What's Ancient is a Far Future
What's ancient is a far future;
What's mystery is suddenly clear;
What's created becomes creator.
From the walls and the towers,
Through the wires and the hours,
To the crypts and the palaces of gold,
Such things shall anon be known.
Pieces of colour,
Shapes of meaning;
Stories cut and set together.
What's opaque becomes transparent
When we rise up
And gaze from afar
Upon the face of the Earth.
Lo, 'tis a vast and gleaming mosaic;
A love letter;
A greeting;
A song to Antinous Invictus.
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