Things wear. Cloth frays Holding out small strands Like begging hands. Shoe leather abrades to slivers Until a hole Demands a new sole. Time's assault delivers All solidity To nothingness. A melt To liquidity. It's a mystery How we coagulate From history. We stooge around, Hold our ground, Then, quickly, We dissipate, Turn sickly, Deteriorate. Spark fear. Disappear.