I lost my papyr in the fire;
Lost my ink inside the stream;
Lost my thought within a dream
And thus I lost entire books.
Searched the banks lower and higher,
strained the ink from narrow brooks;
Scrounged my dreams for storylines;
and wrote the epilogue in blood.
I bound the parchment tight in twine,
And buried it in delta mud.
The living hear the burning coals:
The dead…The Dead See Scrolls.
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