When you walk past.
The charges are set, ready to explode.
The spark from the dynamite travels down the terminals.
Mathematical.
As addition is soon to become subtraction.
Multiplication of different variables.
A reproduction of equilibrum.
A physical force plunged upward.
Scattering.
Contrasting in theory.
What goes up, must come down.
Misshapen. Bent to it's will.
A rose bud, blooming in full spectrum.
Lost in the wind.
Expanding. Soon to come crumbling down.
Withering in debris.
A destruction of all that surrounds.
Deterioration of the mind.
As when you walk past.
After you walk pass.
The building is then under construction
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