The Decay

The Decay comes

A steady, insistent force

Turns and transforms

The worn and withered

To the blocks

The building materials 

The soil, the moisture

For the next gig

The next incarnation

Of a less than random

But no where near

Planned

Existence.

AHMR 9.21.17

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