A story was incised
And all the faces hewn.
Their life was canonized
For futures to attune.
The looming of the giants
Left two paths of wreck.
To be more was defiance.
To be less were all in check.
Photo at Santa Maria Antiqua in the Roman Forum.
The beaten path was not certain.
The grooves trained my steps.
The beaten path was not protected.
Passersby never responded.
The beaten path was not intended.
The intent was beaten for the path to be made.
Photo of Rome, Italy.
The original time has come,
to make us one as we always were.
From this time, all creation can speak.
From one voice, an unending portrait.
Photo of Santa Maria in Aracoeli, Rome, Italy
The light that has changed has remained the same.
It is in each heart. It is in each time.
It is ready. It is here.
Photo from Vatican.
When I leave, this will remain.
Why I wanted it.
Why I needed it.
So that what has always been can be.
Photo at St Anthony Abbott on the Esquiline in Rome, Italy
Accepting that no more can be done.
The redundancy can be explained.
The movement is inherit.
Photo of Arch of Titus at the Roman Forum in Italy
If I were to be frank,
I would just do it.
I wouldn’t wonder and plot all of the paths.
Dissect the layers of meaning.
And find the intersection where it would all work out.
I would just be frank.
does that happen often?
Photo at the Vatican Museum