Sometimes
No, often
It is in asymmetry
That I find balance
And beauty
No, often
It is in asymmetry
That I find balance
And beauty
A figure out of time
A being out of context
Trying to understand
Reasons from another reason
All I know
In the end
Are these columns
Carved from red stone
Their perfect geometry
Constructed in an imperfect world
Just as the world
Ever is
Just as I
Ever am
Step back
Allow details
To live and flow
Breathes the rhythm
Breathes the rhyme
In the subtler play
Of space and time
I reflect
On battlements
And palaces
And understand
We’ve come not so far
As we believe