Such distance to the tips of the fingers,. The ganglion loom jerks inside;. The body grows steadily stranger. But the spirit won't be denied.. That sharp halogen flash jars the eyeball,.
At night, this mindless army, ranks unbroken by dissent,. Is moved into action and their pace does not relent.. In step, with great precision, these dancers of the night.
Horus the Good lived in the North. In lands of fertility and beauty. But Set stayed in the hard desert. To him belonged all drought and perversity. . And he sheds his tears.
i. THE EMPEROR. Standing in the space that holds the silent lace of night. away from you. You think that you can hold the searing, moulten gold between.
Thinking back, it seems that I. can lie beside you as I never truly did,. in afterglow -. no afterwords at all.. Only writing love songs when it's gone and dead;.
When I was a child they made me read. word-daggers of quiver and squirm. now in the stumbling dark I see I am. a worm silently fruiting your garden. my sister my child night casts ominous.