Patterns

for the sake of blathering discourse
on the significance of a slope
Fascinations defining all composition,
and the storied evolution of dirt
Origins upstream,
from steel and iron
locks, setting the flow adrift,
splitting currents from adjoined waters
Passersby waving away, unbowed
A culminated city overlooked
by ominous clouds and gothic brows,
through colors from an age of enlightenment
From coliseum slopes of granitic density,
terraced erosions, too steep to tread
out the bitter blood and iron
from its sweet fruits
From ancient stone crosses,
monastic rhythms over centuries,
laid in pastoral patterns,
on gentle grades, gleaning redemption
and a kiss of sublime, resting
in an unkindly giving moment
To pastel brick-stone street cafes,
amid bustling city markets, oblivious
to monuments of purposeful past
Retreats of forgiveness
in shining fields of lavender, stone outcroppings
overlooking the vast indifferent sea,
or the enveloping meadows
harbored from crumbling ruins
of solemn futures
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