Un-swallows the attic

A loft, in the realms of
forgotten, dank possibilities
industrial rot regurgitates
through light-bearing ladders.
Decay, floor-bound detritus
is given new hope in mildew mood
- shutters of brilliance eradicate
betrayals, neglect of fabric.
From amongst treasure depreciated
into mouldy green filth, fertile dirt finds
so much still worth praying for.
The care to try is a prize in itself. Worthy effort rewarded
with opportunity.
The cycles of furbishing, renovating bringing about turnarounds.
Delivering devotion to where the pious, fresh-fingered new converts and established old-hands pay homage.
Reclamation is religion.