a delicacy I know not how to control.
I look skyward as I touch the ground, Apollo hear my call.
the blindest beggar sees clearer than I.
guide me, for in this room I have never been.
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For want of keeping peace, I crawl patiently
My step cannot be heard in these chambers
no dust unsettled. no breath misplaced.
Apollo , lead my hand, this chamber is so vast
like an infant, new and amazed, I stare aimless
for all these sites, I have never seen.
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For want of holding face, I stand still
My hesitation shows no fear.
in awe I must take rest, for I am not alone.
Apollo meet my heart, and guide me through her home.
this temple is my innate desire
a solitary space that my eyes have rarely seen
in these new surroundings, my course is quite unknown
but I am safe within the certainty
that I am home amongst the answers.
this is love, is what I mean.
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