In ancient times, I bore new cities I tended the very spark of life Firstborn goddess's divine duties Brought her to kneel by my side Once the center of the home Now an ornamental place I stand tall, I stand alone I carry my mantle with such grace

I read the sky while standing still. I turn without moving. Time obeys me.

Cross a pirate and I might be your last stop 'fore heaven, And me-ing was a weird Internet fad back in Twenty-Eleven. I'm also a core-strengthening move you might want to try, In some Bibles, Jesus says to remove the me from your eye.

Flowers, rivers, and rock share this word.

Between wheel and hub, I reach across the distance. That's what I uttered.