What Julian sought I have sought
In razed and restored clay temples
We have always worshiped words
These gods upon the Olympian crags
splinters of reason, waterfalls
splashing, numinously upon our heads
Then, i thought i ran out of words
life draining them, slowly, dripping
blood-like, into a sterile shallow pool
of responsibility, but i sense
your new words, surrounding me
i perceive...
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