Have you ever thought of stillness?
A perfect moment, a pristine place?
Something that might be moved,
but shouldn't and can't and won't.
A cathedral, stoic and holy,
A cave, lost and timeless,
A glade, calm and serene,
A memory, frozen in place.
Do you want to join it?
Become a part of elegance?
Give up this inglorious life,
and become something indelible.
Listen well, to hear the sound.
The trumpets, braying of glory.
The bells, signalling truth.
The flute, a last melody.
Feel yourself become a god.
Let your old and tired frame,
glisten and turn to marble.
or shine and ripple to bronze.
Join the immortal.
The crusaders of old.
Leave the future,
to be the past.
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