As what I am keeps wearing away
rubbing my face in muddy times
counting days and waiting
for the grain to grow, and grow,
first the blade, then the ear, then
the harvest and the joy of measured life.
As harmony in the heavens sings judgement.
How long ago did all the noble knowledge
cease being useful for reaping and sowing?
Egypt's rich, black land, pre Aswan damming,
got flooded each summer, shortly after
solstice, you know,
Sol stands still, seemingly,
triggering rain
in the high Ethiopian plain
at Nile's head as the Dog Star
appears in the dawning
all a man could ask was heard,
all a man could pray for came,
all a man could think or ask…
balanced in the stars.
Old shames, you remember,
you feel embarrassed to remember,
the tie, the tug toward regret remembered
too late to heal the rift/
the couple split, because
the couple split.
That's as reasonable as it gets, remembered
too late to ask pardon,
too late to pay the debt, pain for pain,
for pain has multiplied today, my enemy died,
my conquest,
my contest,
my pride,
again, I remember,
not you, old shame, another,
I owed a debt of gratitude, at least,
she did not **** me,
she just hated me until she died.
Stanzas, orderly arrangements,
first thoughts first,
lasting just as long,
as verses, as if they both name
thoughts informed as ideas,
conforming the shape
of things to come,
thoughts let live by letters,
as sacred values used
in exchange, this
for that, you think.
Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 1:02 PM UTC
As what I am keeps wearing away
rubbing my face in muddy times
counting days and waiting
for the grain to grow, and grow,
first the blade, then the ear, then
the harvest and the joy of measured life.
As harmony in the heavens sings judgement.
How long ago did all the noble knowledge
cease being useful for reaping and sowing?
Egypt's rich, black land, pre Aswan damming,
got flooded each summer, shortly after
solstice, you know,
Sol stands still, seemingly,
triggering rain
in the high Ethiopian plain
at Nile's head as the Dog Star
appears in the dawning
all a man could ask was heard,
all a man could pray for came,
all a man could think or ask…
balanced in the stars.
Old shames, you remember,
you feel embarrassed to remember,
the tie, the tug toward regret remembered
too late to heal the rift/
the couple split, because
the couple split.
That's as reasonable as it gets, remembered
too late to ask pardon,
too late to pay the debt, pain for pain,
for pain has multiplied today, my enemy died,
my conquest,
my contest,
my pride,
again, I remember,
not you, old shame, another,
I owed a debt of gratitude, at least,
she did not **** me,
she just hated me until she died.
Stanzas, orderly arrangements,
first thoughts first,
lasting just as long,
as verses, as if they both name
thoughts informed as ideas,
conforming the shape
of things to come,
thoughts let live by letters,
as sacred values used
in exchange, this
for that, you think.
There is often an urge to say something, even if it means mere fiction, to me.
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