The fragile monolith
Gleams grey on the table,
An object of immense
Density, but also
Complexity, fragile
As temple deities,
As ancestors’ spirits
In shrines—needing feeding,
Needing tending, needing
Careful monitoring
And treatment with respect.
All powerful magic
Is easily broken
If not cared for just so.
Propitiated, it
Provides you benefits,
And you sit at the screen
Like a cautious old priest.
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