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Reading Ancient History in the Evening


by XXXX


In my dreams I am cremated in the burning Library of Alexandria.
Can you inhale the knowledge of late antiquity? 
I will try to remember that the Earth is a spheroid nonetheless,
and that the world is composed either of fire, water, 
or numbers. 
Much of this I do not understand,
but the Egyptian sky is so beautiful, as I see it
from the collapsed ceiling of this ancient monument.
I realize why they built it
and why they burn it down.
Papyrus smoke smells so sweet.
I wish you could smell it with me,
before I am crushed
by debris.
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