Shortly after golems of amorphous forms
trudged into ordered parallels beneath the breadth
of groin vaults and intersecting thumbnails,
I walked along the fray of mirrored archways
examining the differences in the fissures of mounded earth,
trying to find one I had seen in the years
of past lives from those I had met.
But I had learned that in creation,
they had never
been made to be the same.