A watchful​ eye
Set it's gaze upon the bleak.
With then unto the dusk.
There in this place
of rest.
With such, so sure of sight.

There and ever last.
In a Space,
for only past.


With hands to hold
And dreams to wait
With memory,
depart.

She said her name was Maat.
Though I'm sure
Of nothing,

I would be sure ,but not.


Restless and precession
And Sure to find her lot.


So More of hubris,
And more the think ,
To think
Or think her not.


For Set her storm,
Depart in Gail,
So set to be forgot.