Static enough to wane,
my iotas oscillate out
as the last
eye
shuts to dusk.

Dew through a pellucid mind
collected in what was my body's basin;
This whispering pool
contriving my new face.

Where countenance radiates concentrically
Up, up into the Ibis'  spacial noise
coalescing Tefnut's will and mine
to ecstasy
as rain.