“You know Shuruppak, the ancient city?
I was its king, long ago, when the Great Gods sent a flood.
Ea informed me and I built a big boat.
I loaded up the boat with everything that was valuable.
Soon after, the flood burst forth…
For six days and seven nights the storm raged, swamping the earth.
On the seventh day it stopped raining.
No land could be seen, no life at all.
The human race was turned to clay.
When the waters dried the Great Gods assembled.
Enlil blessed us: ‘Utnapishtim and Shiduri shall live forever!’
We were taken to a distant place at the source of two rivers.
This is where we live.”…
The Silent Eye’s Spring workshop 2019
The glories above were unamed.
The word for that world beneath, unuttered.
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