steadfastly unsteady, trembling and sick
lone temple I loved, 'midst miles of brick
wandering on lame limbs, all former allure
peeled away and drifting into fog-obscured
footfalls. I watched you, as if awake
(and which state of consciousness has more at stake
when the only blank slate afforded, is every world
before your eyes unfurled?)
stumbling under your own bulk
smiling as not to sulk
but keep the worshippers content waiting
as their beloved, quietly self-desecrating
freezes and solidifies, like a heart... immortalized
testament of mortal eyes
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