you come to a conclusion
the potential of the species 
unrealized in your lifetime
and where once you were a rock
a foundation willed in body
a taste of moss mellows your resolve

full of the joy of life 
they would say
lungs full of the scent
one of those warm spring breezes
coming off the water over fresh grass
the windows closed these days
you’ve learned to accumulate sounds
and there are too many

when your name is called you are elsewhere
recalling a monument to yourself
where people gather to detonate
having played the lottery
they watch the winner plunge
choosing the prosperity of fall
the elegance of imploding architecture
nothing will ever be the same you utter
and it never is

was a time you embodied the flux
your contribution goes unnoticed when it stops ticking
ten to nine by my watch
but after math or prime meridian
and who exactly is it counting
all the mistaken hours collected and labled
the act of taking time takes time
which  when capitalized
the artist becomes an expert in efficiency
the building a beam of light
ashes to asphalt
duty to dust
the foundation is acknowledged in the guidebooks
archaeologists believe
what this may have been
what this may become

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