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It's a planned obsolescence, carefully made
nail by nail with planks joined into walkways
an all encompassing meshwork,
an exoskeleton of wood and steel,
a rigid support as brick by brick the edifice rises floor by floor
as concrete and mortar are poured then hardened
into a permanent structure.
But soon all scaffolding must fall away
or rather be carefully disassembled.
And there stands the building on its own
firmly on the ground.
Like a toddler pushing his walker,
but then comes the time
he must put such childish things away
and stand firmly and freely all alone on the ground,
without a trace of even a brace remaining
and with nothing more than a foggiest memory
of his first arising from crawling.