A New Dumuzi

Been reworking Dumuzi, once more, moved to by an archaeological footprint offered by a new friend who seems already an old collaborator.

Gone now’s the attempt, always stumbling, at polyrhythmic syncopation.

Found’s the root metonym, self-excavation, and it was always there there.

Finding that, drawing it out, sets the thing free, finally, I think it does, structurally, of personal narrative. Here you are, the first bit, drafty.