It seems I’ve spent my whole life building temples
Temples of you
Crammed full of every imaginable faculty
All equally important in review:

A chalice full of infinite and unconditional love
To quench your passions along the way
A torch of knowledge and understanding
To give meaning to your every day
A Batten to carry on your lineage
To be passed on to your siblings someday
An Altar for you to contemplate life
A place to kneel and pray
A pew to support your weary head
Secreted away from life’s busy freeway
A Storeroom stacked full of life’s experiences
For dealing with every kind of foray

But then you went and tore my temple down
You burnt it to the ground
Now on charred and blackened remnants, I’m forced to build anew
Mixed with tear drops
Every conceivable temple, to you
I will canvass every colour
Devise immense smear campaigns
Drench countless tomes in ink
Covering both front and back
You will be revealed by rolling away the stone
To construct a cairn so immense
That even Khufu will acknowledge and genuflect
I will chisel you out of silicon
Out of the tendrils and the rock