Gilgamesh, I have travelled here, long days and nights in their thousands, down the road of the snake, into its stinking guts, to bring you back to the world, which you call wilderness.
But always when I begin to explain your eyes return to the gleaming walls of Uruk bright as copper, as a strand of measuring-wool in the waning sun.
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Date: 2024-12-10 01:39 pm (UTC)Gilgamesh, I have travelled here, long days
and nights in their thousands, down
the road of the snake, into its stinking guts,
to bring you back to the world, which you call
wilderness.
But always when I begin to explain
your eyes return to the gleaming walls of Uruk
bright as copper, as a strand of measuring-wool
in the waning sun.