I don't know who to tell.
Can't find anyone to notify.
A cryptic symbol, or code, that
reveals first clues, then richer
indications of a former civilization
that existed here, in this place,
sometime ago, or recently.
I cannot do anything
but compound the mystery.
With every line,
word, pattern, field, raving scrawl,
I just dig a deeper mountain.
A long lost culture, once a sovereign
state of just one.
The archaeology of my mind, I dig.
Set out the baulks, record the finds,
translate the evidence, affirm the
existence of the tribe - once mine.
Write a paper, publish the proof.
I exist - or no, existed - the secret
codes, the baffling cryptograms -
but evidence? Affirmation?
- Len Breen (2009)