The artefact that calls,

beyond its place

Is known in other ways

As though another race

➰

Its builders, bold and true

To ancient lines

Invisible

Within our times

➰

Write upon the unfelt

Eye of a duration

Beyond

Our concentration

➰

Responding eye is small

In mute obeying

Call

To unknown destination.

➰

©Stephen Tanham

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