Teotihuacan
Beyond the fatal crescent, far and chill
Revolve the jeweled glyphs of primal whim
---Inexorable wheel, spangling the dim
Abyss like dust above a broken sill...The frozen splendor filters down to limn,
Deplumed, a crumbling serpent and distil
A pale reflection from its gaze, until
The night is mingled with an ancient hymn,A hymn among the ruin, mutely clear
As crickets twang and sheep lie muttering,
A long-forgotten hymn of sacred fearThat one raised on this altar, tautening,
Alive below the silver blade may hear
Against a silence vast and glittering...
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