Researching temples
I come upon my own
Unfinished shack
I still own the blueprints
For the dome if still no door
Just an opening in a wall
Leaning precariously up
Against another wall
But inside a table and a chair
Still waiting for the mason to arrive
Meanwhile I keep hope the bricks
Will be willed into position
And the four pillars lifted up
Out of time and space
And the gods feel welcome
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