For want of remaining calm, I approach slowly Each step like crystal upon the stone

a delicacy I know not how to control. 

I look skyward as I touch the ground, Apollo hear my call. 

the blindest beggar sees clearer than I.

guide me, for in this room I have never been.

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For want of keeping peace, I crawl patiently

My step cannot be heard in these chambers

no dust unsettled. no breath misplaced. 

Apollo , lead my hand, this chamber is so vast

like an infant, new and amazed, I stare aimless

for all these sites, I have never seen.

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For want of holding face, I stand still

My hesitation shows no fear.

in awe I must take rest, for I am not alone. 

Apollo meet my heart, and guide me through her home. 

this temple is my innate desire

a solitary space that my eyes have rarely seen

in these new surroundings, my course is quite unknown

but I am safe within the certainty

that I am home amongst the answers.

this is love, is what I mean.