I gazed you up before
thinking so untouchable
now I level up with your feet
as you subside your towering spirit
Impressed but not as lord of icon
never been overwhelmed by flashing lens
though seduced by naked fountains
you're not really the goddess of
all heights though you claim not
but a symbol to rekindle
all drying pens of the ineffable...
a statue to blend
the thousand spectators' thoughts
of the unutterable...
nevertheless, I never dream
of having such towering aspire
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