Do you ever wonder when the burial begins?
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Why is death so important, as distant, as life is mysterious?
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What are these words on linen strips unraveling from about one of my hands?
Do you not know ways an akh experiences? How a ba maneuvers? Why a ka dances and sings with a Firebird and a Phoenix?
Eyes can no longer bear false vision, canopic jars empty to reestablish bodies, recoveries -- days, months, years -- minds.
From dry sand and air like Natron --
rejuvenation from chols of time.
Remember wholly your parts, wholesome.
Onward and Upward,
Kevin Dufresne
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