Monday, September 17, 2012


who knows 
the shape of the great sea,
I have seen it.
the flood poured through me like molten lead through cloth
and even I don't know.

now you come here
to ask for immortality.
your childishness makes me smile.

return to your mud walls Strong Man.
sit at your muddy river banks
and cry for Enkidu

so that you too may know the sea.

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