1096179
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let’s press our words into the clay/
in language so completely dead/
we have to re-imagine it.
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620
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Crack the shell, archaeo-linguists.
Let the language breathe a little
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1420
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The torchlight flickers off the stone above,/
the ceiling of this ancient cave the scarred/
have not discovered yet. I write this,
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6133
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Crude brutes//
and opportunists, Mycenaeans/
can’t be trusted.
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