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Unknown script

What script wrote itself across this asphalt;
what message can be discerned from scribbles?
We throw the stones to read the future.
We're left with bones now rid of flesh.
Do we press our thoughts between dead papers
or give them voice? What poetry expressed,
recited when the road slid side to side,
what verses voiced as Death embraced what slid
from Life. How can I read these bones,
bring what is hidden to light?

© Kåre Enga [174.21] (7.april.2017)

Written at UM at Kwasny/Bitsui reading.