Sealed by Sacred Glyphs

There aren’t any
insignificant pyramids
only temples
whose altars have gone cold, burnt out

dark mirrors our
scars hold here, scalding our fears with
glyphs no one can
interpret, not yet, not until

all records are gone
given to ash, columns collapsed
this library’s
texts black with magic sun’s rays crack

papyrus that
outlasts eternity but can’t
roll back, return
impossible for men who run

from destiny
marathoning against archives
recording in
detail on tablets none can break

every man
his fate, his deed, and his place in
heaven, this hall
of wrecks our legacy on earth.