The fallen stones still breathe beneath the glow,
A silver rule unweaves the shards of night,
From broken height new constellations grow,
And fragments learn the discipline of light.
The surfaces align through fractured ground,
Each angle set against the lunar chart,
Proportions rise where once collapse was found,
And measured lines define a balanced start.
The columns rest though all their weight is gone,
Foundations trace a code that will not bend,
Through open space a stricter form is drawn,
And scattered parts converge towards the end.
Thus order comes, unshaken by decay,
A framework born where ruin had its claim,
The tower’s fall concedes another way,
A lasting form assembled out of frame.
Lunar Geometry
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