MEMENTO MORI
I roam the collective conscious
Where every path crosses
Where time circles out
Like the rings of a tree
I draw my protection
From the eight directions
The heavens unfurl
Like ferns at my feet
Under protective language
I move, undetected
While a thousand hands
Reach to bury me
It's a land, overgrown
By thorns and by thrones
Where the sun god is crowned
By the jaguar's teeth
Where heaven and hellscapes
Bleed together
Where fate grows crooked
Like an old apple tree
Where the Ouroboros
Draws ancient circles
And the serpent's tail grows
From the eyes that can see
I cross the great river
Where the sun creates mirrors
Where every reflection
Holds a dream and a fever
Where Sobek, the crocodile
Is god of the water
The source of creation
Destruction, and chaos
Sun rays bow down
Like the holy dove singing
She illuminates the wings
That I grow and keep hidden
One black, one white
The dove and the raven
In the palms of my hands
I hold hell, I hold heaven
In the Field of Reeds
Grows earth's ancient story
I gather red flowers
My memento mori.
