The Seshat Headdress

The Nile riverfront is awash with rich tones golden sand, brilliant white water, and thriving greenery scenery too heavy for the papyrus its printed on the sky is ablaze with the reddish orange of iron rust dirty yellows cascade about the passion charred city-scape of Cairo hazy with smog and smothered by a blanket of hot stale air the sun setting casts shadows about the streets like ghost riders four mounted omens of doom and decadence and the darkness takes root in the river's delta mixing and churning the sediment to clay to be molded and sculpted by sharp falcon hands with prodding finger-tips like talons into a simple ankh of immortality baked black and sharp by the elements into igneous obsidian amidst the fields of the Garden of Cafour sand glass shards are encrusted into strands of hemp tethered to the limp, free-hanging symbol of eternity ominous jagged coal and glossed emerald crystal lush thick lazy opal plumes cascade across the country-side where fakirs breathe In the pearl and budding life burnt and coiled down the long necked pipes of blind prophets, glazing over the iris loosening the shackles of the soul and guiding the dye-dipped camel hair of drugged out poets of the past into cunning mastery of craft ash spirits are exhaled into the crisp dark of night where indigo and violet hues stain the horizon bold battering and bruising the heavens peppered with shooting stars a stellar tapestry