A Mem’ry Shared Between Us

Talk! Sing!

The Ballad Of Elatklof Esrever

A blade a-bound by belt off-cuts abreast her left-side hip, her left hand on the pommel, placed above th’blue-banded grip.

Does it not realise?

われらはおなじゅうすりましたか？

In my left ear; in my right.

Looking o’er toward the cranes…

tooweeeh. tooweeh.

Blow gentlesoft, pandemic breeze, ‘breast an unop’n’d tomb.

As for me…

Yes indeed.

Does it not realise?

? ( … )

Let sekhem and sesheshet sing in beat-procession, ringing through these ‘glyphed papyrus-reeds!

That’s right.

Two tidal swells of light ‘n sound awash e’er o’er my senses…