Erosion

-In the trance of time I stand. There, as the winds breathe and the ashen remains of the greatest before us are swept wildly into oblivion, I remain. Buildings erode by the nips of whispering breezes. I am diminished by their loss. I am lost in the aftermath of exhaling. The particles of argon collide with the moment, the present, and reach across time, beyond me and these crumbling structures.