They built a castle
like a revelation. It sang to the sun. The
king gave his life and the king after and after and after. They labored for
generations. No square inch was any less than
disasterously beautiful.
Architects, craftsmen who were
living saints, slaves who died of exhaustion to elevate an unacknowledged existence to some part of
a shining and awesome whole.
A thousand years later, a pile of sand stood in its place, and
the wind blew it away.
We plan and
hypothesize and
measure and
study, but
we never really know..