We’ve yet to figure it out. It appears to be
arrayed in an international style –
a modeled precept of a once-lettered theory
that in buried academies may have stood trial.
Its splendor has never been decoded,
and its idiom and use is a mystery;
for the text was inexplicably eroded
in the final hours of its history –
commandments that were recorded thereon in print
wiped clean away from the tables that spanned its girth.
We’ve dubbed our undertaking “The Big Squint”;
for, as our gaze narrows, so increases the dearth
of our comprehension. And perhaps it’s in vain
to look for further reasons to explain
just why it was ever left for us to unearth.
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