Brick, mortar and shadows on the walls,
Billows of smoke flowing thru the halls
Dancing dragon tongues whip at iron beams,
And in their grip, we see the unseen.
Creation, destruction, it’s cyclical seduction
The rumbling and crumbling of our critical construction
Of our ideas and thinking they’re all literal.
When in fact they’re all just apocalyptical.
It’s all, in a sense, just time passing
Leaving us asking what’s all this smoke really masking
As we wander those halls gasping
Pushing on and grasping at our want to keep on grasping
Our footing gone, our breathe not lasting
Now running thru the halls, as flames whip at our feet
And the walls fall as the fire claims victory at the buildings defeat
There we are left in the street, glaring at the blaze
How were we supposed to compete, we wonder and gaze
Cinder and ashes as the past passes us bearing the days
Swearing that somehow we’ll tear ourselves away
From our delusion and confusion,
A flicker a flare, we delve into what makes human
Rebar and burned bricks form what’s left behind
A skeletal building now redefined
By shadows on the standing walls that refused to fall
Singed into what we would call our mind
In all this we should find some truth, an answer, a lesson of some kind
We could try to make sense, comprehend this impermanence
Die to defend our need for riddance in this instance
Or simply accept and be indifferent
To birth and to death
And the in between persistence
This, all, now, here… what we call existence.
And here now amongst the rubble and ash
I ask, stop for a second, and realize nothing lasts
And hold it
Live, here, now
Live.
Live n the moment.
-JGG
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