Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Percy Bysshe Shelley(1792-1822): Ozymandias(1818)
1
Your life is a monument
to your mistakes, whose
malign influence, across
the generations, shall
long last its fall;
yes, built hastily,
from bad materials,
with little planning;
nevertheless, it suffices.
After all, its fall is near.
2
The monument is gone,
but the lone and levels sands
are littered with white bones,
in each of them the marrow
of your long failure.
31.12.2022
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