Tuesday, October 28, 2008

How Few

Everything Sumerian has writing on it, words, names, names of things, stabs at catching the moment in short sharp gouges, substantiated now in one small glass-fronted wall case, marked stone. Decipher my meaning, the inexpressible fog. A fog of words parting for glimpses of sublime intention. How few remain after 4,000 years. Men don't wear shorts in Malaga.

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