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Click hereBlood red stones
broken in twain
sitting by My side
who will the bier lift ,
carry me to the light, lay the flame
My hair is singed
My heart is flooded
When My soul is empty
Crack the mirror and shard the slivers.
Sometimes I look at the
shards
and see small pyramids
My name is Ra
and am I of the Sun
Born of the light issuing
forth every morn
dispelling the changes of time
Our reckoning places the world so ancient
how Old can My soul be?
Is there a trade-in allowed
small pyramidal schemes
Transport the music away
cross the barren blood-drenched sands of life
who walks across the coals to be with her
who is playing the dirge
that wailing sound
that keening of Loss
Look at their faces
Mothers all
wives, sisters, daughters,
Am I the one to say
Go there and do unto them the same
draw the blood and cool My cheeks
aflame as I am
Those cravings would
nay will never cease and
then those
little bugs will
out of My empty sockets come