Anubis


Anubis, my old old friend,
how kind for you to guide me through the corridor
how sweet to see your face without the veils of ego.

the dragonfire rises from the oceans
and with your word
the staff goes out over the waves

slowly this time the waters rise
the poles shift
and the light moves down to the foam

Light and water unite
the matrix screen illumines
the architect sits at the controls

groupmind and recollection
an illusion to dismember
the gravity wave pulse is strong.