Come brush the dirt off of this rock.
Unearth inscriptions in these stones,
the runic signs once carved and read.
Focus with your soul instead.
These symbols speak of nothing now.
Misplaced in time: our fluencies
quite crucial to the code of arts
of mystical significance.
Let us start again, descry,
commence from wonder, not from why,
to treasure emblems, how they last,
and puzzle out our secret past.
Fluency © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
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Submitted: April 1, 2019