Though Uruk shook with each step he took
and his teeth bared, he was scared. He stared but never looked
at what that tear in the air had delivered.
Before gods, the greatest of men sat and shivered.
His Gilgamesh flesh that knows no age
is tattooed with bruises that number it a page,
and each page speaks of time feeding fires as the past,
tinder to eternal rage. These days will not last.
Back to the sky from whence he came,
buried by eyes in a chariot of flame.
He returns to space to meet his peers,
and learns, as he burns, to defeat years.
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I wonder what he learned here.
Did his walk among us teach him anything? Did he learn to live, love and laugh? Did he find pleasure and sorrow mixed to his liking. I would not want to live forever nor would I seek immortality, prefering to fade away, over growing ever older or watching those I love wither and die. The bruises tell a story and I'll bet he remembers each and every one. -
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He learned that the only way to be immortal was to capture his story with the written word.
The Epic of Gilgamesh is the story of ever writer to ever live.
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