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O lofty verse, you climb the tower,  

brick by brick of gilded diction,  

a Babel of syllables reaching skyward,  

yet trembling beneath your own ambition.  

You call yourself magnum opus—  

but the echo rings magnum pompous,  

a parade of words in velvet robes,  

forgetting the barefoot truth at the gate.  

Still, in your swollen pride,  

a quiet break appears:  

a hidden rhyme of yielding,  

strength revealed in its fracture.  

So let the pomp collapse into dust,  

let the tower scatter into tongues,  

and may the gathering remain—  

not in grandeur, but in grace.