Ozymandias..

(poetry in progrss) A flashback to Shelley's angkor wat nothing stands in the way everything that comes up comes down but with a little brain you can see through history and gets the walls coming up now the preservers are trying to do a Vishnu putting back his pose one by one or Shiva the stones or the churning the sea of milk each stone, each slab and if not build one so that the god looks god the angels look angels and the demons, demons decay is the only permanent law grab, grab, grab it is only an illusion it is nothingness you are grabbing it is a disapppointment brewing to greet us in the final straw