EDIFICE , A LOVE AFFAIR

"so, I, the prosecutor, I the judge, I the defendant, 
and hesitant participant of this here love affair, 
pacing back and forth back and forth, back and forth, question:
is it then wise to destroy the foundation
before it crumbles.. 
with a helmet , 
and gloves and shields and steal 
and safety goggles round and perfect... Protected  (my heart)
With yardstick and scales and straightedge and blue prints (a plan)
and a large working fan to whoosh 
away the dust and debris 
after it all comes 
tumbling
down?

Do I really see cracks in the creation?
In the alcazar, in the erection?
Perhaps this hut grown palace can stand on it's own?
Shall I blow up in chunks! what feels more and more like home?
To deconstruct this shanty turned chateau...
Only to remain in the silence of the dust 
Of the wreckage. And left with a so-called protected heart, 
and  memories of when an good edifice once stood."