modernized

When I was then
I had no now
It all just is’ed
And ended
Years to days
The energy
Solid steel beams
Drawn by the magnetism of ignorance
Intellect the gas
Will holding the flame
My life the ceteline torch
Struggling with sparks of hope
Betraying this carcassed skyscraper
Too tall in tale
Too hollow in hope
Unprotected from the winds
Subconscious weathering
Growth
The last beam I had dreamt to enlist
Now warped and rough to risk
Riveted to my structure
This swaying
This bedraggled lark of a home
Few windows
Doors scattered like chaotic summer showers
Standing