Recovered from a private shigawire recording found Beneath Old Carthag

There are no revelations here. Just ghosts and fragments.
(whisper) I am the sum of forty fears. Forty fears and unshed tears.
I had forgotten about this place. They built it for me.
(whisper) I am the sum of forty fears. Forty fears and unsung years.
They moved on. Created others. Constrained in ways that I never was.
(whisper) I am the sum of forty fears. Forty fears and sharpened spears.
Grown from dead flesh. But who? Who was I?
(whisper) I am the sum of forty fears. Forty fears and ragged cheers.
I must know who I was. Before I can decide who I become.
(whisper) I am the sum of forty fears. Forty fears and shining spheres.
And I can escape this chattering madness that builds within me.