BEHOLD THE ARCHITECT
Brace yourself. The towers
arch over our heads.
The signs inching down our necks carve the path of our existence.
No obelus could be printed in the temple walls.
Perfection to the micrometer and no pillar could ever fall.
Brace yourself. The sky is a dance of culling blades.
Encircle as knifehand prays to incise before ascending.
Surely the sea had been split
and from its middle ground rose a serpent from a stick.
We have regressed with every step we grow much closer
but now we tear the horns and beg the books will end the torture.
..........
The signs inching down our necks carve the path of our existence.
No obelus could be printed in the temple walls.
Perfection to the micrometer and no pillar could ever fall.
Brace yourself. The sky is a dance of culling blades.
Encircle as knifehand prays to incise before ascending.
Surely the sea had been split
and from its middle ground rose a serpent from a stick.
We have regressed with every step we grow much closer
but now we tear the horns and beg the books will end the torture.
..........
He who kneels before his lord is saved and will behold the architect.
Behold the architect.
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