Confidence Building
I once was a mountain
I now am a mote.
I tore myself to pieces
yanked the fragrant stands of pine
tumbled the elegant waterfalls
bloodied my hands
tore my nails
bent my back
ground the last pebble
under my heel
until I was just
miserable dust.
I once was a mote
I now am a castle.
I built myself up
bricks to crenellated battlements
magnificent masonry
exhausted and proud.
I light a match
and burn me all down again.
Fresh Hell 
Brilliant!
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Thanks, Tom 🙂
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Don’t burn all the bridges, Otherwise we’ll have back the Roman engineers to rebuild them
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Ooh, that would be a major inconvenience! Talk about a time investment 😉
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If only I could be crennelated too
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Age crennelates us all…
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I love this, thank you for sharing. I needed this.
Have a great day,
Will
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Terrific, but pretty damn painful.
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This is like the circle of life for architects! 🙂 Or the never-ending cycle of home decor, trying to keep up with the latest trends! Or yeah, I suppose metaphorically, it could be about the never-ending cycle of growth in a human, especially a self-sabatoging one. Mona
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LOL, I really feel for architects, you know? Who sheds a tear for their troubles? Except Simon and Garfunkel of course. https://youtu.be/Cf0RrF6KsI8
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Fantastic!
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