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The craziness of the Tutankhamen project

…a staircase destination

Tombs whistling through the Red Sea

Rising from the golden headdress smooth

As a calf’s haunch

Your calves kicking

Legs splayed

Below the fire–ferned sky

…the night raining papyrus

You’re sorry

Inking your name on a stick to poke the fire

…bells stringing your ankles

Shoehorn the slippery forest drinking an

Aroma

Rest your head — forget everything

…fit the night into a seashell

from Hierarchy of Loss – Ekstasis Editions – 2007