Pharaoh's Journey

a chamber is a figure if a lantern is a thought. remarkably thin thoughts falling through the linen minds of silk mummies. neatly pressed copper filled lanterns light the way. passage of the damned heiroglyphic pharaoh brings shadows to life. flickering on the corners of the walls they pass silently like floating reeds along the nile. now in that still dry place marbeled orbweaver spiders are holy and priest tend to their webs. passage of the buried eternal eyelid scientist wrapped in a constellation of prayers and mud.