Stalwart bastion of ancient wisdom
Edifice of human longing
For immortality
Adorning the square
Drawing life from the four directions
Still will anyone - stop to commune
With your timelessness?
Let alone each other!
Forged by an inferno of creation
The craftman's chisel
Aims to improve upon
The Master Artist of the cosmos.
Cold, hard granite
A superficial judgement
While at the core
Infinite energies in suspension
Where they can be animated
By the spark
Of an enlivening catalyst.
Your limitless all-knowing patience
Has out-lived countless generations
I pray that while I sit
That I can listen, as you speak.
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