"I saw the traveler make his way toward the monolith, That thin gash amidst the clouds; An open seam between heaven and earth that eluded the eye of God.
Or perhaps it had not; perhaps it beckoned from one realm To the other, wedded and ruled as one; For look how clean it splits the horizon 'twain, absorbs it, Makes it strange, An indomitable beam, A tower of heaven."
