Hitherto the blue green beetle
lulled into sleep underground
brought out of the deep
from a lump
by the heat of the rolling sun.
Unheard sounds
in grave mode night and day
vanished in the flood
of aftermath light.
There in the City of Stones,
the magic amulets stuck to her chest,
she lay, winged-scarab-protected.
No locked door but royal seals
safeguarded the lump.
"O my heart which I received from my mother,
my heart of my different ages,
do not stand as a witness against me!"
Blue green heart-scarabs
clung to her breasts
in turquoise and alabaster,
glazed notes and echoes
weighing against the feather of truth
gleamed and smoothed her way
into the circleof rebirth and death.
Hitherto dreams became sheen
brought by the gods
from a lump.
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