The Monolith seems ageless, enduring endless moments, while buttressing the heavens, surviving epoch's agents, this monument of stone. The wonder of existence, in awe by sage and scholar, would motivate conjecture of origins in squalor, its purpose yet unknown. When seen from vast horizon, it squats in desolation, the wind and rain exposing the Monolith's foundation, and setting nature's tone.
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AuthorJack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana. Archives
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