A gargoyle sat
Protecting flowers sprung the week before
How a creature so ugly could nurture something more
This form of new life compels me
The plants were kept alive by the passing time
Wind remaining at bay
And the waters that lay
Atop the old building
On my travels through life
The drain pipe tunnels the guise
The journey of my eyes
Up towards the old building
I feel light
Vertigo getting to me
Leave it be
Amongst power I am weak