Plaster
I stare at the night sky
Made from plaster, made by a skilled hand
Scraping
Scraping
Scrape scrape scrape
I admire the detail in contemplation
An unwitting blank canvas on the plateau above my head.
Genius.
However.
One day the surface will flake and fall and carpet the floor
Peel back the thin perfect layer and reveal the cigarette stained yellow underbelly.
I am the ceiling
You are the plaster
Thank you.
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