In the beginning
Two spires
Twin obelisks
Creation needles
Faced with gold
Pointed to the sun
Pointed to stories
Of duality
Of harmony
Of balance
Of civilization
Born
3000 years
One standing
in lying rubble
A single prop
A granite erratic
A homeless face
Muttering
Alone
Lost
In truth
Of labors
wasted
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Author:
karvelD (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Vatican Obelisk
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