what is left
when the form
has killed the function
creativity gone
in it’s distant form
rusted burned and abandoned
when the snow falls
on burning embers
when form kills function
what are we left with
but a hollow
reminder
of what we were
what is left
when the form
has killed the function
creativity gone
in it’s distant form
rusted burned and abandoned
when the snow falls
on burning embers
when form kills function
what are we left with
but a hollow
reminder
of what we were
