Sanctum Sanctorum

Let them break me
into a million bits,
these fanatic nitwits,
I will rise,
from each bit
a whole again;
each pebble, stone or shell
that you pick
from the foothill
or the bed of yonder stream
and install on a pedestal
with unflinching faith,
shall transform into a shrine,
where I shall materialise;
for I am that
which none can abduct,
nor defile, nor destroy.

The zealot and the iconoclast
may have a long reach
and access to the furthest nook,
but never ever,
to my safest, surest sanctum,
the heart of a true devotee.

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