An Architect’s Grave

 

Death in stones, stood circular
In monument.
Strange how I, in more regular
Hours, act stoically.
I can complete a circle with a line,
Divide an instance:
The angles bisect. Yet while I live
This death’s geometry
Remarks to me like water rushing
Toward end, on stone paths:
Wearing inexactly, patiently ushering
An uncarved epitaph.

 

 

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