Restless becomes meandering when harsh light falls, until peace is found in grace that flows in holy walls. A flow from arch to arch beside an open door, vaults above the golden arch before. Darkness broken by sacred candlelight burning bare, meditative verses chase silence from air. Gilt edges scatter glow along the length of hall, masks removed on entering this no masquerade ball. Upright standing clay, reminded of dust kneels to pray. Humble supplications not to wood or stone, four chambers gather solace never on their own. 


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