I will meet
you in Saqqara,
on the seventh
day after death.

We will stand
on the edge of life’s expanse
and watch that

old sun god


Tell me about
your feather’s weight
and I will speak of mine.

Your wrapped hand,
pressed against my hollow chest,
will feel
my soul beat


the end of time.

©️ 2019.

Slight revision.

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