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
