Foundations
A moment of reflection.
I am a tower, laid of uneven stones.
I stand over a bed of sand, treacherous and deceitful.
My mortar is old and cracked and the sand mocks my solidarity,
taunting me to shift and rock, sway and flex.
It moves slowly, with time, eroding away my foundation so that I may topple
and sleep
in pieces small enough to swallow into the void of eternity.