To his Muse
Horus and Seth
reconciled,
their struggle over,
the desert losing to the green
snake
fed by the river,
it's great head meeting
the blue sea,
accepting
its loss,
the castrated,
childless one,
god of the empty
places where the heart falters,
while the one-eyed
soars high,
entombed
in his millions
in the dark wombs of the dead
while gliding
over existence.
07.06.2025
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