Asp

It's too late in the day to tell you of asps; it's time for an afternoon nap. The taxes are all filed, and on their way by certified post from the c.p.a. The afternoon is lazy; the sun is just beginning to feel its dottage as it leans on the wind for a crutch weary as it hobbles through sky, much the same way some say Ra wandered through Egyptian dunes, senile and babbling words of power his spittle potent with secret sounds and dropping on the sand. How careful, clever Isis crept, swadled in her lotus linen, memorizing all his magic, and taking up the dampened sand rolled them into asps. May 4th, '18