SACRED FOOTING
Propylaia portal!
Pass unto this ground
of sacred marble temples
and columns, that surround.
Remove thy leather sandals -
leave foreign lands behind.
Remove the blinding sunlight
from the eye within thy mind.
Speak not, yet, do listen . . .
for 'tis through the olive tree
the voice of wise Athena
unweaves the mystery.
Atop this limestone fortress
each pillar bears a name,
Stone faces turn to flesh, once more . . .
no thing remains the same.
Citizen eternal!
the aged roots of thee
thrive under the protection . . .
of this Acropoli.
Propylaia portal!
Pass unto this ground
of sacred marble temples
and columns, that surround.
Remove thy leather sandals -
leave foreign lands behind.
Remove the blinding sunlight
from the eye within thy mind.
Speak not, yet, do listen . . .
for 'tis through the olive tree
the voice of wise Athena
unweaves the mystery.
Atop this limestone fortress
each pillar bears a name,
Stone faces turn to flesh, once more . . .
no thing remains the same.
Citizen eternal!
the aged roots of thee
thrive under the protection . . .
of this Acropoli.
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