deep within the wellspring of my chest i chisel away for nine long months i toiled daily fashioning this beautiful scarlet ornament a gift for the highest of all creatures one i once lay convinced might just hold it forever yet these days the work is lonesome. how does one unbuild foundations of concrete? for my gaze was afixed upward for so long i failed to see i was burying my feet to build your monument and now that you've left where can i go?