THE LORD
VISHNU/AKHENATEN
CARAVAN
'Please excuse my chugging; thirst
has overcome me.' With that the
sand blew by and the camels kept
their ancient swagger. I knew by
the light that I was in another realm.
Clapping hands, the sinister caravan
master commanded more food.
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Brought to him, posthaste, by
prisoners who then were executed.
A brutal end to their own climactic
times. Apex and most supreme of
points. 'Cities were built to measure
time, to remove time from nature.'
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If human perception is a saga then
of created reality, so too are we here
devising entities beyond the stable,
agreed-upon limits of recognition
and interpretation. Herewith my
philoctetes-case remains in place,
and the stately palace dancers still
do their Pharoah dance unstated.
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