Staring at the printed blues, spread
Like the maps of the universe, ahead
Stands the churches' mother, unsaid
Commitment spreading undead,
Throughout every direction in head.
Closed eyes talking, reaches
Out with hands, features
Every connection of ideas,
Art having its speeches.
Narratives of its beauty and finesse, all
Brings up the memory reel it can recall.
Reigning even with the evolution to install,
Shining the heart within the city walled.
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