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Everything decays
Everything crumbles
Everything breaks down
As it always has (around you)
The difference is
I can't feel it anymore (around you)
This pillar I'm standing on keeps rising up
growing, soaring, leaving
Farther away from the turmoil of your earth
soggy & dark & dank & dead
The pillar rises on - made of stone
I am made of stone
Hard marble, smooth granite
Protecting and coating, fixing and mending
Isolating me
A splendid isolation
I don't want to come back down, this facade might snap, might crack
And the last thing I want is to let any bit of you in
So I'll stay up here
while you die at sea level
crumbling, decaying, breaking
Bringing it all down with you
because it's all you have
But not me
Not anymore
I'm too far gone, too high up
Up in the air.
To your diseased fingers, I am
untouchable.
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