Rosetta Stone Serious Study of Love Song (from the British Museum)

To Iretha A textbook photograph most likely led me to think the Rosetta Stone the size of a library’s old Webster’s Third Edition or two loaves of bread on a side board, but here it stands, three tongues, or one mind that can say three ways we say the one thing, the breaths and sights of each way in rock, a milestone in intangibles between them. Reflected light from outside through the entrance, duplicating on the glass case      the door image that the stone itself is       opens when you walk around behind it exhibit the inhibition of letters, and I see you, not a translation, step through from beyond all description into the calling of flesh in black skin: beauty. Beauty. Beauty.