Meretseger

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Meretseger on an ostracon

“But don’t dig too deeply in your mind…you know we have to glide a little over the surface.” ~ Madame de Sévingné

“But somewhere—in my Soul—I know” ~ Emily Dickinson

A thought like nightmares skates across his mind

Much deeper than a lake.  His brain resists

As if some god or other monster, blind

With greed, as monsters or each god subsists

Down underneath in mud because we need

Them and we let them.  Villanelles with knots

Are waiting to explode and scatter seed

And fungal spores from pharaonic pots

Beneath the clamped down pyramids.  If dreams

Like these are not suppressed, our lives in days

Will cripple us.  Subterranean streams

Go writhing, fixing us with eyes, sideways.

  A goddess or a demon intervenes

    Exploring for the venom in our genes.

J