O Time thy Pyramids

To gaze upon the spires and minarets
of a thousand far lost souks
To hear the azif of the sands at night
to speak of their many million mysteries

To see of the many naiads carousing among the waves
the shores of time immemorial
While it needs a remembrance
to be remembered by any but its custodians

But what seelie grace lies upon all the airs I have graced!
What rays of light catch so many massed lichens about!

What truth lies upon the hidden crags of the shore
As a thousand silent seas sit so quietly
And the deluge sounds,
Such might!

Ah, but beauteous and most perfect sin!
Lady of the dark waters!
Your estranged companion form,
Lord of the bright firmament!

To say "Ah, but I already know this."
And in doing promote the ignorance of so many ages
That fell proud rich Rome
And led old Aegypt to dismal decay

To seek the ruins of time,
And open the tomb itself.
The tomb of the Astronomer Kings,
The Wonders of all of our experiences

-Dedicated to Jorge Luis Borges