NYU Group Poem

Today's forecast indicates peach skies and hovering gloom
Memories like stardust release quietly
Rotten wood, a half-hued roof
Two forsaken windows behold the sea side-by-side, their crossed bars restraining the escape of two black voids
Pressure builds around the foundation of its existence
Collapse thus gives way to the new landscape; man's developments on the prized land are swallowed nearly entirely, but yet, there's still the menacing refractory of the unnatural
Salty air stinging eyes and flesh
Wood and nails swell with the overwhelming flood of time, found and forgotten
And the sea reabsorbs it like a grave swallowing bones