The inscriptions face outwardly
What need have I of scripture sign or petroglyph
Here within the dark narrowness
Of my succinct encouchement

Where decorous charactry decrypts
Before passersby corporeal and incorporeal
Both those who leave footprints
And those who hover ineffectually

While all are welcome to habituate the exterior
Not Moses nor Solon
Nor Confucius nor Jefferson
May gain entry to this exclusive precinct

Where music loops variously in my mind
The Who Live at Leeds
Boccherini’s mincing bow and curtsy
The noble askesis of Ali Akbar Khan