the wall cut away into nothingness
but still I drearily pressed onward
seeking arcane unknowables
with all the fury of imperial thought.
then I saw it – the bas-relief,
glittering on the limestone walls
carved by demented mind and soul;
a form of unsound body peering.
the eyes, an endless multitude
plumbed the depths of my nature
to claw at heart-tendons weak
twisting mind-rivers idly to madness
broken unfelt unfeeling futures
twist amongst the stars and guide
His light, life, and love above us;
the miracle is not knowing.