The Unmoved MoverThe sculptor’s hands have stilled at last.No mallet sound, no chisel rings,The temple shadows hold him fast,The god who fashions all-made things.Between the held breath and the beat,The world awaits, undone, unwrought.A universe lies incomplete,A single, potent, silent thought.The first dawn hesitates to start.The last dream lingers, undefined.He stands, the unmoved mover’s heart,With …

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The Unmoved Mover

The sculptor's hands have stilled at last.No mallet sound, no chisel rings,The temple shadows hold him fast,The god who fashions all-made things. Between the held breath and the beat,The world awaits, undone, unwrought.A universe lies incomplete,A single, potent, silent thought. The first dawn hesitates to start.The last dream lingers, undefined.He stands, the unmoved mover's heart,With …

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