Let us first pass across the mummies of our civilization
Lest there should be a time that we regret otherwise.
Let us then mummify our present as well
Lest what you and I think now should be fossilised.
A day will come our mummies stand and stare
At the nothingness of a time imminent.
A flag will fly high over our mummies tall
That will have a tomb as its emblem, a tomb of the past dead.
Our mummies will have a tale to tell
And its reverberations will once excavate a treasure of the past.
Let us dream low and speak looking into our eyes pale and dark
All about how to make the mummies of our present.
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