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granite arm broken off
laid beside
the colossal head
a fragment of beard
a Sphinx
I'll attend
to even the smallest bit
of worn wisdom
or painted grace
there, a false door
I will sit in its frame
with my own lion face
paws draped
in bracelets and sunflowers
I place feathers
in the curls
of your beard
I will pull your chariot you say
but even if you give me
a beaded raven head
place gold wires at my neck
a cut for each accomplishment
you will not reach my high city
nor see my luminescence
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