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I touched the stone and an ache in my bones,
A strange insistent longing, raced through my being.
I knelt and waited.
I sensed time without ending.
I did not smell the spray of blood
Nor feel a victims fears,
But a blending of uncountable years
And a need beyond human comprehending.
There was nothing here that looked for stars
to mark the passage of seasons and time.
No sublime purpose
Only that aching need for the earth beneath my feet
Thronging with the beat of archaic rhyme.
There was no trace of 'man', no religious lust.
Unless it was that irritating itch,
That speck of dust which thrust me here
Gone in the blink of a megalithic eye.
I was ancient before being wrenched from my bed.
Left naked and exposed.
Deposed from my rightful place.
I cannot be clothed in purpose which has no
Meaning for me.
As I was then, so I am now
And ever will be.