How do we take control of and navigate our story once we’re dead?
How do we write the wrongs of half-truths that victors have written and said?
Seared into our minds like a brand cast
You see, we don’t see you for what you were
We only see you as how you were told
Are you real or an illusion or partially true?
To become immortal, you must devour
the gods and proceed with the diety of fear
As the sandy desert is a hummingbird with wings of hovering heat
Weightless idler, forever in love with the acanthus leaf
And the nectar of the far Aegean womb
A sprinkle of scintillating blue refracting off lapis lazuli sea
We will lap up this lavish abundance while rowing the waves in the River Nile
The majestic pyramid is a source of God’s might and the most hidden retreat of light
In the realm symbology of shapes and symbols
The body embodies the quality of a pyramid
The pyramid is the owner of silence
The sides of the pyramid are upheld by the erect back of silence
Its apex is held by the inner observer.