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This is no London Bridge

fall down ending, no happily

good note winding down. If

you build to last a thousand

years, the thousandth year

arrives anon.

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Ashes are dust made of a

once drempt scheme,

Ozymandias syndrome, 

time as wind eroding. Nothing

condensed to an airless void 

is the product of patched

expectation. 
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Ideas or statues, tall palacial

executions, each ferment then

rise as beauty, as everlast. A

dust mote settles atop its

dismembering future portions. 

Rain wash, gravity pull, atoms

unbound are means leading

nowhere.

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Not a sad thing, not dirge, not

prediction. A fact simple. Up

is relative, down a certitude. Do

and die thinking things thought

last. Lifetime long, millennia,

a supposition says always, but

pyramids will dust and go

back into the beginning stuff

of nothingness eventually.

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Lady A

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