left to write

I'm left to write
what you're right
to leave....

well enough
isn't alone
to dwell upon
where's yet to go

" the house of god "
wasn't made just so
"and to metre "
is to scale the moon

" a doubt of measure "
is the treasure, of one
not least at last...
the pyramidion

seven and seven
there's land to see
forty four days
plus one to be
" identification "
as a mark on me
a greater cycle
than 123
fifty two harks
a full century

" circles retreat "
cubits complete
and a heart...
gains sensory
" perception "

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