Broken, shattered, like a page smeared
with ink, a heap of ravaged words, a
crystal ball, falling into the eternal desert,
a prophecy and broken glass. Smash this
window, your mallet shall detonate in
your face. A fire lit, and a single shard
floating down upon the sand.
Betrayal, and a lethal idiosyncrasy,
a flying dagger, thrown like a Frisbee,
down, down, upon these books.
Oracles stabbed in darkness, bodies
falling silently into the heat. This organ
plays softly, louder, louder: it shall be
unstrung within your gaze, until Ra deems it
trustworthy and your tomb awaits beneath.
These hieroglyphs glow softly.
Then there is silence.
