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Temple of Enigma

The gothic doors
opened like eyes
to light or light to eyes

Seeming to have
the imputed gravity
of a celestial body

Behind the doors
the air was different
hyperbaric or hallowed
incense infused or sacred

Stained into the walls in letters
marking time better than time
where smoke caressed and rolled
across the surface like a night to day transition

Like daily sustenance
in reinvented divinities made sacrosanct
by an acute eye
in the solitude of beauty

Like a reliquary made of trees
in the forest of solemnities
where light fights agains leaves
exploding in gold and breaking free

Shining upon� Me
like a most fascinating mystery
amongst an everything of mystery
needing no answers� �Suspended in beauty

Self preserved like solitude� �Self preserved like beauty.