I drip thru the torus Teardrops from the eye of Horus Saltwater brine Twisting thru time On the sacred Lathe Of Space enTwined before us
I sip From the rushing river Lethes wisdom wakes the shiver Of ancient lethargy Sacred reveries Swimming in the lethal loam As broken Looms quake and quiver
Within the honeyed marrow Within the cherished arrows of Eros As Psyche sorts the seeds
……as she parts the lips of the Dead Sea And whispers the sacred decree As the faded dream learns to bleed
( soft wet tongue of love peaks thru And speaks truth In the shape of of You~s and Me~s)