The Ancient Gallery

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The Ancient Gallery

Why is your face burning so hot? Is it the lie you told or truth you've hidden? Is the face you're
 
wearing now from the ancient gallery? Are you in the city that rapped egypt of its obelisk? Just
 
as their lie collapsed so will yours, time will be the judge for todays deeds. As the face burns its
 
droplets fall down to the planets becoming cooled jewels of beauty. They are relished and
 
praised, for that same beauty brings war to planets that were once filled with peace. This
 
ancient gallery must be brought down but is there anyone willing to destroy such a place? A
 
place that makes such beautiful jewels? 

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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