Publication 953
By Arcadian on
Monday, December 25, 2006
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03:10
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Australia
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Bast Aroused
On top of a marble white column
crouched on hind legs,
paws are raised
and drawn back to your
alabaster breast.
Nails extend
and hissed-breaths follow.
Your green-phosphor eyes
survey quickly
the sarcophagus before you.
The Jars of philters
of the embalmers pharmakon
stand mute witness
as you oversee
the souls safe passage
through the airshafts
to the ensouled star door.
Something has caught
your attention
and broken your trance
of eternal vigilance.
Is it a momentary lapse
in assigned responsibility ?
or are the sounds
of shovel blades breaking
through the sealed chamber
unnerving you ?
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