i am a great power- made of more than stone and brick.
an expansive force- a tracing force
i am a tree standing firm just on the edge of the precipice, just before-
a crane peering past low rushes, pruned and royal
a goblet and an urn
a grand deception- an idea
i am a complex of relationships
born of pure necessity for contact, for touch
what am i?
a holy grail.
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