castle

the paraphernalia of my destruction
collected it from the garbage dump
of my mind
the pieces once discarded and left to rot
now form the foundations of the castles
that i draw the blueprints for
the final structure will skew and bend
it will lean and groan and fall in the end
but that will be by design
that will be the beauty of knowing
the ultimate truth
all these crumbling castles
some in better shape than others
one day
they will all be dust