There comes a time, inevitably,
when decay overpowers repair,
systems muddle, some, many, most,
rafters lose hold of the roof,
foundations are pounded to powder,
windows no longer disguise transparency,
smoke rises, not through the chimney
but from the house on fire.
This is the world that housed me,
houses me still.
Gravity, that great amoral warrior,
chooses no sides.
Winner takes all.