Isis, Su-Tekh, & The Falcon-Child: III
The hound – hell-bent; satanic’lly empassioned – surges t’ward the force that musters…
The hound – hell-bent; satanic’lly empassioned – surges t’ward the force that musters…
I have stayed here, steadfastly guarding you!
Isis, as a beggar posed, walks Wa-Set’s Avenue Of Rams…
The peaks of the cottage-layers roof about in slopes of slatetile smooth.
Into the wild, winding nowhereabouts, descending from the shade tree, we encounter th’counterpoint…
See Saint Sicilian Flavia dive dance-like ‘to the sea b’yond Palermo’s reach.
‘Midst the sun-burnt blocks blaze orange-walls, the pink of their compan’yuns calling…