Slipspeeding inbetween houses
that scattermake the city’s fringe,
moves she (as beggar still): Isis,
with statuette
of th’figure his –
Horus, the future king.
Against Nut’s shawl, in silhouette,
their forms of escape sing.
As her bare feet touch th’soft’ning mud
that tells of th’near-off rushreed edge,
she slows. The dying day doth flood
the akhet with
its crimson blood,
ribboned with orange threads.
To th’circumpolar stars she gives
a fraught, empassioned pledge…
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