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He picks up the sheet of
paper and tries to read the
words and look into the present and
the future, stares through them. He is
on a beach, his wife a symbol of imperialism,
his daughter a symbol of mercy. He remembers,
with his mind, the blue wall behind his woman
when he first met her. Behind the wall were buildings and
there were clouds, covering the sky.
He wanted a wife when he was younger and
he wanted everything, for ancient kings to
live through him and ancient scribes
to see his life, look past his eyes.