all behind me

all done

and nothing

but darkness ahead

and not one

word from the Source

not a breath

from the heavens

blowing away

the detritus

of all

the imagined worship

the Temple

collapsed

like the imagination

losing the context

all gone before

monuments

with markings

erased

by erosion

and the celebrant

in a heap--

detumescence

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