Architecture
Sometimes I force my eyes and
heart to flit as one, seeing
the steel stone mortar
wood of these monoliths standing
in the soil as not parts but the
whole, I can see through it, like
air, every bit of the air internalizing
and reflecting everything into
infinity.
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