I used a bit of word play in the title mis-spelling Stonehenge as Stone Hinge as all thought and subsequent enlightenment "hinges" on stimuli often unknown to us.
And so a darkened sky kidnaps the day relinquishing its light to roiling cloud sad tone upon the Druid's bell doth chime as lengthened night drapes all in mournful shroud No shadows cast by ancient worship stones no way to track the fingers of their faith a skeleton of fallen, faded bones attended to by nameless, faceless wraith Hard winds still call in voices now unheard for doctrine has imprisoned spirits soul and calcified belief amid cold stone denying all the joy of living's goal And yet the stones set minds to pondering the nature of the ancient's conjuring John G. Lawless 9/10/2020
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