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cathedrals were not built in one moment
   and so this poem will not try
      just lead to the next
         pay reverence the first
         the forgotten and the worst

to the times of the rain when the foundations sank
   when sky was distant

when nothing you said made any impression
   and all backs turned
   to shout over shoulders
'you base cur' 'you talentless fool'
                                you gargoyle perverted

to the times of praise
   when the room fell still
all ears drinking the wine of your words
      embarrassment staining your soul with perfection
      and your belly full with pride

                                                       yet poem on poem
                                                       you build and pray

The Blue Book

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