Faaade away

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Faaade away,
Whoosh!
Into the wind,
Into thin air,
a whisp,
a wind,
temporal,
transcendant.
A paradox,
A corporeal cloud,
The ectoplasmic
autocrat of atmosphere.
No, no, no!
Nothing tangible!
Nothing to grasp or grab,
Nothing with which to grapple.
A breeze,
Passing by,
Relished but never remembered,
A moment in time,
A monument of mortality.
Eternal,
Internal, external,
A palliating pall.
Push! With feeble force,
Which leaves a handprint,
A scar.
Then into the wind,
Whoosh!
Faaade away...





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