The wall stares
down
heavy browed,
its weather
beaten wrinkles
battlescars of a
war with decades.
There is a frown
there
as the stoney
weight of years,
in its revealing
and transforming,
reduces monsters
to minnows
and elevates the
insignificant.
The craggy face of
time
rarely smiles
as it marches
with disdain
in its déjà vu
circle.
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