falling pharaohs and rising gods

time

          suspended

as the sacred geometry of life wafts away

dizzied by the cascade of pyramids and symbols

of memories full, specks of dust

unsettled sediment and salient tips spinning in the ether

compact 

          but free

sliding ever downward to the livor mortis

or rising

rising to the warmth of revival

between the rigour and the vigour is a

World

where the grass whistles in the wind

and the wind seeps into the pores of the soil

and the soil recasts every atom of air

and the air enters the roots

and the roots feed the leaves and

the leaves carry the wind

there is no end to this falling, to this rising

ever reviving

fragments of a life, lived, lost, liminal

suspended

          in time

Timeless