some things it builds up,

for others it causes
dirt and neurons off to slough–
a slow and painful
which, if relentlessly partook,
may lead to
total demolition.

But even there,
as over sad cheeks
so many a tear,
so many a year,

you just don’t
really ever know–

some happy thing
may yet there grow. . .

and though
I’ve never seen it happen,
’tis said
the phoenix
rises from the ashes.

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