The Sleeper's Temple

An excerpt from My Epic Poem Hypnos Hermes

I spot a Stupa’s curve,
Rising like a sleeper’s elbow
That shifts before waking,
As the dream falls below.

I approach the gentle edifice.
Sun needles tickle sculpted sides,
Frescoes wriggle in a single wave.
A moving map of history's tides.

Steps climb, circle slowly,
Their elegance belying
A gymnasts' pyramid effort,
Little bricks – united, clinging.

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Thank you for your time as always
Graeme