Architexture

I am a building of old stone
I exist
I strive not to
Anthropomorphisize
(Do buildings strive?)
I feel my walls strain
Under copper rooves
(Do buildings feel?)
I sense the rain
In green-stained tears
(Do buildings sense?)
I know history
In every cornice line
(What does a building know?)
I see folly on the sidewalk below
I see the chemistry of greed
The alchemy of isolation
Spawning copper tears
Growing rings of brick and mortar
Like a tree grows
Betrayed by similies
I exist and strive