Tearing Down the Structure

The structure is showing signs of collapse, the foundation is rotting, crumbling to the slightest touch. The ground was frail to begin with; this structure never should have touched sky. 
 
But additions and calculations were made, and miscalculations only come in hindsight. Bigger and bigger it grew. Integrity shifting and lessening the higher it got. Someone should have torched this thing long ago - set the fucker on fire and watch it burn into nonexistence.    

Instead, the foundation was punished with more more more. Bigger. Better. Faster. (I couldn't tell them to stop. I didn't know any better) Be stronger. Be taller. Be higher. So higher the structure rose into picturesque midnight, invisible space. The bend at the bottom was not seen as a sign of too much. The twisting support beams were looked at in glances, not examination, not analysis.    

They built me with the ease of stacking a kids wooden blocks. Dug me into malleable sand. Now they sit back and wait for me to find balance in this constantly swaying structure.    

I've been tearing down the structure from the top. Now I'm waiting for the courage to kick the middle out. The last four letters of "courage" spell RAGE. 

September 9, 2005