Egyptian Rivers Course Through the Beauty of My Soul
I adore the gentle click, cool rasping
a tap, tap, tap of plush fingers pushing
plastic smooth, light, and shining. We
are creating a world unto ourselves
wherein no one else can enter and disturb
our jeweled lives and bespeckled mornings
while rubbing the sleep from our deformed eyes.
Look! There passes the shadow of a gull
in swift, macabre circles around the head
of a lonesome deer. You are compelled and drawn
oh, so near. Do not believe what they do say.
No matter what you do, in these circles you,
too, are condemned to eternally play.