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    This poem describes architectural spandrels that stand alone in obscurity, cradled by solitary blackness. Though the structures were not built for the spandrels, they create what stands before us every day - something lofty and cold through having nothing. The spandrels remind us that for something to exist, there must be an absence.

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    This poem describes architectural spandrels that stand alone in obscurity, cradled by solitary blackness. Though the structures were not built for the spandrels, they create what stands before us every day - something lofty and cold through having nothing. The spandrels remind us that for something to exist, there must be an absence.

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    Odes

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    Stephanie Robinson
    This poem describes architectural spandrels that stand alone in obscurity, cradled by solitary blackness. Though the structures were not built for the spandrels, they create what stands before us every day - something lofty and cold through having nothing. The spandrels remind us that for something to exist, there must be an absence.

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    To Spandrels

    Among brick and stone and Archway Gods of stance You stand each alone In obscurity. Cradled By solitary Blackness, we Build not for you but For those who surround You in utter class and conceit.

    You are, day in, day out Creating what stands Before us, lofty, Cold, And still; Showing us all That for something to Be, we must have nothing.

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