Adrift In Daydreams Upon The Banks Of The Nile


An average of 2,830 cubic meters per second of rich silt
forms an alluvial plain that spreads outward in a fan shape
from sedimentary deposit
whereby ancient Egyptian civilizations got built
adorning arid topography invaluable
like the aorta pumping blood at the nape
of the neck, yet in this analogous context
engendered engineering feats without guilt
whereby artisans, craftsmen, early geographers
illustrated in frieze and drape
frozen timeless statuary exhibiting
phenomenal abilities to the hilt
associated from mainspring within
fertile crescent swollen like a plump grape
which longest river often overflows
banks whereby coveted materiel gets spilt
feeding the rift valley and allowing, enabling
and providing peoples to dominate
flooding the history of mankind
with accomplishments that marvel even today
epitomized by innovations –
alphabets, wheelwrights, pyramids, etc lives did create
baffling historians how each block of edifices
these persons did intricately lay
perfect with near geometric exactitude
that rank as wonders of the world great
faint hints of daily trials and tribulations
recorded for posterity in clay
or shards of broken pottery
pieced together coupling revelations
a mosaic plate
which functional artifacts
provided dietary staples from god’s populace did pray.

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çhåråc†e® ske†çh øƒ m円hew sçø†† hå®®is! ™Born in Cincinnati that buckeye state January 13th 1959 – 57+ years to date A tangle of arms & legs testing lungs, which sounded great He kind of resembled a misshapen octopus with oval pate Glowering inxs of deep purple from blue mood being irate Thrust out the womb of Harriet Harris whom Boyce did date After courting this youngest Kuritsky kin whose ill-fate Whisked by grim reaper, which demise she did hate For her being imbued with vim and vinegar til illness ate Away her je nais sais quois personable maternal trait Evident during my boyhood reflected by her son of late As he too inches closer to his mortality and Hades gate Aware that each day ought to be cherished as the rate Of time courses down zip line where grim reaper does wait Attired in brand name hoodie swinging scythe across oblate Spheroid i.e. terrestrial firmament – though years some great Yet to be lived – trying to re cap cha childhood bliss b4 freight Train on a collision course toward self-destruction ala tete a tete With Anorexia Nervosa as thy then coveted deadly mate A brutal hellish spiral down in2 abysmal depths of despair did create Indelible psychological affects undermined existence I now equate writ horrendous emotional, physical n social gouge within pate Pledged troth ('bout 2+ decades ago), which spouse oft times berate For lack of expressed concern and attests schizoid psychic slate irrevocably seared and stunted natural development where I rate prepubescent, early adulthood mental illness did grate Against once boisterously playful innocent boy crushed potentate Only male heir from me deceased mother who tried to extirpate Mailer daemons who forged suicide pact and via voice did dictate Albeit without success, yet decry forsaken innate Experiences with female relationships off viz poisoned bait!
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