The gate squeezes and makes
an unwanted sound
Heavy sighs between now and then
constant unease in pressure.

There are still, what was left,
the remains

Conditioned by surroundings
left to stand for the rain,
a process in all its spontaneity
but steel is made to withstand.

Filth and corrosion.
Rusty bloom.
Rusty Stain.
Rusty Gate

Filth and corrosion.
Rusty bloom.
Rusty Stain.
Rusty Gate


The corrosive colours of rust
stained on the steel gate

Fading bloom pushing through
the surface
In solid reflection
above the still remains.

Cold steel design
shining in the shades of
static industry.

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