Pantheon

Through tired shoes
pavements tickle
hardness of feet,

Borrowing the strength
of towering earth,
To pass by the

infinite skies, still
more infinite as bodies
travel through them,

At whose feet prayers
are begged openly
as if to a statue,

These creatures who live,
to me, as
Gods without altar

who command to
bended knee and
adorations, resonant

through quiet winds
that yearn for a
whispering birdsong,

To be heard among
petals soft, divine,
Growing faces that

turn to meet the sun
dragged against blue,
in submission,

by radiant beauty’s news.

pantheon

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