blessing for the griffith observatory

you have your name andhill and park to surroundbut i need to tell you something about yourself you may have forgotten what you were foras projections of the cosmosline your cellar walls but the city beneath youand the country aroundhave turned you into a tomb a tomb for the science that is hopedto incite the young to hypothesizeto grow older and theorize a landmark for cinephilesand those excited to flextheir prowess cultural but i am afraid you were bornto the wrong people who gaspat your beauty yet graceless of your purpose how far can you see on a good night?how long ago were your optics antiquatedand not anewed unable to see past smog? when ivy covers you after the warring worldsmy body amongst the mulchi trust your pendulum still swings

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