Incontrovertible

January 27, 2015

Is it weird how those tire marks still accent the road in front of my home?

Adding a certain “Here…..right…..here,” grandeur if you will.

It’s significance however, that is an ode to antiquity a choir of one may only sing.

I would’ve expected that with time that those who have come and gone could also contribute to said entropy.

But the cement insist upon resisting further decay.

Having taken on quite a fondness for such asymmetry.

You would think that it would consider an aesthetic renovation.

Unfortunately, it's not open for discussion.

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