You're the sacred history that inspires me

You're the sacred history that inspires me;
you're the sacred space I move within
and without, like a shrine that is designed
to note movement of light. The whole building

is laid upon the earth as a device
which tracks the travel of the Sun, a broad
and illustrated calendar. I heard
history is rhetorical, persuade

me of your story. The observed facts
wove into narrative, personal accounts
of sufferings. The language of the past

is like a fountain giving life to my
dull words; I sing the old ones, imitate
your being in another writer's song.