I stride among pillars at dawn

The magnificent sun casts their shadows across the simmering sand

The hawk glides overhead

Silent sacred symmetry

Eternal forms amidst primordial desert

Mortality, infinity, entwined

Will hands arise forever to furnish this duality

Or are they too mere whimsies of the shifting dust

A plaything of the wind

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