A poem of time's tale and how hollowed out ruins can inspire us still.
ticking ever onward past
vestiges lost yet standing
still, monument of what hast
been, silent yet demanding
purpose
victim to the whims of men
pushed aside, denied last rites
gutted and torn, flourished pen
signs warrant by candle’s light
clarity
sands of time pyramid o’er
all, not just mere mortals rust
economy’s bricks and doors
cascade in nature’s acts, dust
restoration
stand tall against wind, war, time
let strength echo through ages
a battered shell, the bell’s chime
brokenness can free cages
illumination
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