Status Quo

The status quo is a sculpture,

A true spectacle whose

Opulent beauty

Entices one forth to touch,

Yet strikes fear to the heart

That coming too near

Will shatter the very core.

The status quo is a sculpture,

So much work in carving

To meet this result

Proud, but unfinished,

As though completion might hide

The spirit first inspired.

The status quo is a sculpture,

Do we dare to dig within?

If we seek the gold inside,

What destruction would begin?

 

Photo: mlejaster

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