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CORNERSTONE
CORNERSTONE
See,
That stone,
By nadir marred,
By murk furred,
By haze cocooned,
Like a straw,
By gale of fate buffeted,
By tongues of skeptics, for
Eras a meretricious folk christened.
By tunic of shame decked,
Like a serf,
By dearth for myriads
Of eras snared.
Has,
By mettle
A pearl become.
By the hearth of cruel fate,
A gold with an ineffable glaring
Light become.
And nigh and distant tribes
On it’s glaring light
From the beset of darkness
Hasten to belay.
And their erreneous ethos
Their lips dither not to recant
For the stone, a cornerstone
Has become.
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