Long after the giants, long after the last thaw,
many long years after the cannibals,
we laid our foundation. Some called it Life, some Law.
It would be aeons before they returned – ample
time to build to the top of the tower,
to shore up faith against future calamities
of earth, wind, sea, against the eventual shower,
the coming rain of papered entities
that would block up all the entrances and exits.
For the tower itself would shed in two’s and three’s
its numbered clauses, its very digits,
leaving just a faded list of statutes and pleas,
built up, stack by stack, on the original tale –
a towering fortress no one could scale,
in which we long entertained ourselves as we pleased.
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