Ruins

Ruin is not our one day thing
But slow-fire , simmering affair
A browning that is over time,
In patches of white in corners.

Ruin is our own nature’s kitsch
During its crumbling ceremony,
A nonverbal poking act of fun,
An ensemble that is repetitive.

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