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Apr 2021
I'm a brick layer
by incarnation
by aspiration
by luminosity.

I find unfinished buildings-
toppled skyscrapers-
imaging their foundations
their structural intelligence.

With a brick here
and some love there;
once demolished
can be reassembled.

I'll reconstruct
your finest details,
the youthful aspirations
of an idyllic generation.

Too naΓ―ve to
understand that unforgiving
weather can happen
to even the kindest of buildings.
It's a passion project
Michael Ryan
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Michael Ryan  31/United States
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