My heart has asked me
Asked me to listen
With pleasure comes pain as day follows night-Monday Tuesday-full moon new moon- Sunrise sunset.
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tempestuousness in the beautiful man cannot be contained in this already restrained animal.
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Peter said ‘why do you block the silence Alice’? Then putting a gun to her head he shot her.
He waited as she bled out-the colour drained quite quickly from her face. He didn’t know why he did this-he loved her-something in him?
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Amidst all this rhythm and concord Apophis God of Chaos reigned happily. This earthly creative human made his hypnotic stare more powerful.
But to Ra who every night tried to sail to the underworld for rebirth and renewal, got caught out-not by Apophis but the earthly sorcerer who wanted her for himself.
This human was created from his sweat and tears and this byzantine situation created more nefarious worldly archetypes than anticipated.
The beautiful sorcerer will feel Sekhmet’s breath kiss his face, her breath the wind created the desert, she is the daughter daughter of Ra.
Ra sent his eye to her to solve this type of human involvement in underworldly rebirths.
She is the fiercest of hunters and Goddess of healing. Her breath will blow around him and as a fierce hunter, she wears the head of a lion, patience and stealth is her game.
She is: before whom evil trembles-mistress of dread-lady of slaughter and she who mauls.
when the night drags like a tadpole
undulating towards
metamorphosis
when the day seeks the night
rotating
blackness
in here an evaporation
deep wells of
milky way reflect
on the lighted
seas
where the boat rocks in
cosmic indifference
to
the slippery hand
of