idyllic statues, grandiose
encourage wonder to draw close
in some remote temple stare
at mirages, however, fair
actualizations hardly theorized
all potential there unrealized
a beacon for, well, just the two
journeyed by and could not eschew
weary drifters they came to see
how everything there ought to be
perceived in awe the tailored art
renewed their will to impart
what they want, what they will
of course the statues remain still
how long before the place is lost
all its meaning simply tossed
what yet is there left to convey
but to what might it give way
a peaceful place, but how enduring
when all about it life is churning
how long dare the visitors remain
the statues stare as if in vain
beautiful, constant, fixedly glaring
and two travellers, perpetually preparing
so long ago, inside they crept
and never left, but only slept