The Great Pyramid at Giza

Before me you stand: incomprehensibly tall;

and somewhere around us the Nile is flowing - I wonder,

is it slowing as I gaze

awestruck at your some two thousand blocks

of stone:

a throne for the Spirit of Desert.

I dream:


I sit on the tip, as it was in ancient days

(with gold leaf that shines), and I look down at the Sphinx -

I the creature with four legs, then two, then three -

and up at the sky... I topple, fall

land in the sand and

stand up again, awake once more,

to marvel at you Wonder,

staring wonderingly.

The End

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