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Eons of Gems
Born into light
Eons ago, the foundation was fractured
everything built upon it
was destined to angle down
I tried to build upon it anyhow
go big or go home my mantra
I fabricated blueprints for a mansion
I was granite poor but pastel rich
so, I built it with conglomerate.
Midlife-earning stripes
I ran short of ingredients
the rain and grit slipping in...relentless
the half mansion wobbles in the wind
The blueprint is tattered and weeps...
the hourglass stained with cheap mascara.
old age
I live in a tent of skins and fatigue
chilled but buffered against the icy wind
Constantly detoxing from negative action and thought.
The bad people are receding into the black trough
slowly the good ones are seeping in.
Rebuilding the foundation with stout stones
praying- to be topped with gems.
Death...
Copyright ©
Anthony Biaanco
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