the air
smelled musty
and stagnant
as winter patrons
have not
passed through
felt an incomplete experience
as the halls
are are constantly
under construction
why can the unfinished just
be left alone
implied grandiosity
has lost any shock
and glory
while the room is
filled with unappreciative
energy
to be thought
that tranquil turquoises
and jades
would give way to
reflective silence
your echo is deafening
