Don’t tell me the structure is permanent.
In the path of your fist of fury
Everything crumbles
Rusting ruins in the rain
Till you suddenly weep
And mourn their demise
Tossing fragments into the air
Praying that they will reassemble
Instantly
But only for that instant
That you want them
To be permanent
Till you want them destroyed
Again.
And when you discover
That there’s no miracle
In repair or re-creation
Destruction rules yet again.
Your emotions balled like a pendulum
Swinging from one extreme to another.
The simple truth that slips your mind
Is the fragility and irreversibility
Of this century-old damage
You wish to see
Undone overnight.
© Chan Joon Yee
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