My childhood was permeated
By the highly cadenced phrases
Of a three-hundred-and-fifty
Years old translation of a set
Of two-to-three-thousand years old
Texts composed in three languages
Spanning bronze and iron ages,
Languages dead or unspoken
In my world, narratives derived
From even older, other scripts
Of older, other languages.
Yes, you may say I’ve been possessed.
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