The Scarab's Eye

A curio shoppe on the edge of Khartoum on the edge of the world on the cusp of our doom smouldering incense bade us come in a cornucopia whispered my friend an aura of daydreams dappled the air a cyclone of chaos strewn everywhere antiquated cast a ways cadence from a bygone day a cossack in a dark burnoose offered potions swirled in juice pomegranate grated fine adrift in elderberry wine the phantom laughed a banshee sound a scarab scuttled 'cross the ground a bouyant vapor floated past ambergris,a glowing glass carousel of fantasy castanets inside of me I don't know how you found the door wicker splintered something more then the wharf, cerulean sea, the coral moon and we were free in the boat I breathed a sigh until I caught the scarabs eye.