Papyrus reeds honor the sunset
Its sacrifice
For the rebirth of light
A reflection of
The winged-disk of immortality
Yet time will pass these riverbanks of still heat
Delicate in slow windings
Until the river forgets
Though that which gazes through painted eyes
Knows the lonely gates of today will look back upon ancient prayers
Once made of flesh temples in the tracing of a silent finger
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