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CHAPTER 2 AT NIGHT
jamessocr Started conversation Feb 19, 2005
At night are things different. The holding out against sleep, consequent on imagination, is intense. Torches flicker on the hewn stone walls of the Pyramid tomb. Paintings inscribed take life. The sarcophagus empty yawns. Is this I the Pharaoh to be laid within one day, or a slave to be put to the sword at our King- god’s death, to persist in service in the after-world?
These contrapuntal thoughts, as darkness embalms me.
There are seven parts of the soul; so held the Egyptians. The last one to leave on death is the Ka.
Maybe I will not wake bodily tomorrow, no force in my arms to move the sheets winding round me. Heavy as bandages will they cling. My Ka, birdlike, will perch on the windowsill looking out, turn then the once, and look over me – Me!
Whether Towerblocks or Pylons beyond will not matter. The Ka is already free, honing in on the Sun’s eye. Here too is my freedom, my fall from high air, plunging into sleep.
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