We found them. We found a secret. Beatnix, bone trips, Cairo
Grind cosmetics on slate, vaulted offerings, mother crocodile warming her babies in her mouth
A fish plays hi-hat cymbals beside its open jaw
Single file through Cairo with Mr. Blue and Jedidiah
The pyramid is shaped like a sunray — light is eternity
Travel at light speed and you live forever
Egypt starts with a guy in a Santa Cruz shirt saying 69 if you know what I mean
Cairo is beautiful, says the driver, as the whole city looks like dust
Mosques rising over overpasses, red plastic chairs filled for hours
The gentle hustle that begins with I’m just trying to help you
Two crows getting sprinkler time — power animals in the median
Cleopatra Hotel glowing by the fountain’s edge
Osiris cut into 42 pieces and scattered across the provinces
Isis flying to gather the body back together
Anubis the jackal mummifying the god for one more night of life
Horus the falcon losing his eye in battle and gaining a symbol of protection
The Eye of Horus guarding kings from magic, sickness, and envy
The sun sets here and rises again in the underworld
Your heart weighed against the feather of truth
Make your heart light as a feather
Forty-two judges for forty-two confessions
I did not steal. I did not pollute the river. I did not lie.
Conscience as the scale inside your chest
If your heart is light, you are given the ankh — key of life
Immortality as balance,
AC humming for the first time this trip in the desert
Another sunrise. Another judgment. Another chance to lighten the heart
