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Inertia
The moon that climbs over the lake
Dreaming ripples: enshaded in the divine, thoughts of a sunbeam sing odes to gentle waters.
Disclosure: sparkling memories of reality adrift, searching for thy soul are winds that churn the colors of falling planets.
Corridors of time: the ocean has come to take you to the one who hears the echoes of gathering storms.
The queen of the sun, cursed by beauty, emigrated to the land of pharaohs and writhing sands.
Playing the ancient harp of Kemet on the banks of Nile, the moon and snakes and lotus eaters burn in the dust and shadow of dreamcatchers.
The serene halls revealed a pale sign of the hindmost flood in the desert of ice and gray-tinged slopes of Sinai.
The clash of dunes and flora: cried a river, poor woman, begetting the falcon from a phallus enshrined in the coffin that brewed malevolence.
Asleep on the patches of faded moss, the eluded houses held the breeze from inescapable rains that exiled the sounds of quadrant hills in waking light.
Departing to yesteryear in prayer of passing, the drums of war hammer at Ishtar’s gates.
With hurricanes and claps of thunder, the eye of Horus reigned supreme.
Owls are the council that presided over Set, damning him: “The pharaoh of tongueless lands shall you be, and the protector of light that shines every diamond.”
In the snowfall of early spring, the dancing sunlight will follow the five leaves beyond skylines to the pink clouds of camellias.
Walking through fields to stray, hidden within the white walls of jasmine mist, petals of azalea murmured unto me:
“Floating life is but a dream. Follow your calling, for the door that asks is the one that is knocked.
“The waters untouched are but streams that drown isles from east to west.
“O, the absent one, you walk on the thread of fate that stretches and tangles, yet unbroken until your starlight shines fear.
“The moon is climbing over the lake. Do you not see?
“Unknown is tomorrow lest you shall perish, as blossoms upon the sight of shears of serpent charmers.
“The gathering tomb raiders chant but one refrain: Inertia is the lowest death of all.”
