Gateways to the ancients are ivory tusks

May 2006

Gateways to the ancients are ivory tusks
Hewn up as sentinels—awaiting keywords
And the day burns at ease.
Ancestral congregations looming lightly
Though anxious for lighting.
Their sturdy witness, coupled to authorization,
Cure the ill philosophies that lingered.
These are waiting at the gates of celestial glories.