I like the dharma of broken things

The reminders of impermanence

The busted-up places and the torn-down buildings.

Give me angles and jagged surface over smooth 

Planes and perfection any day.  Show me the crack in everything 

And play me the sound of breaking glass.  

There's a smell and a taste to demolition, 

And a shock of recognition when we experience it anew.

Give me a book of matches and I'll burn the whole place down,
Just to show that it can be done.