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| approaching the Tomb |
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| look out, away, beyond |
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| a very modern entry with trolley for pulling along the entrance tunnel! |
Gulls scream in the brightness
Beyond the stacked stones,
And here,
It is no longer dark,
Three shafts in a concrete cap
Pierce.
But under the stones,
In the corners and the cavities,
The silence remains, until
One breathing fills the space
With sound
Where five thousand years slept quiet.
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| leave quietly, noticing the small things |
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