Egyptian Dreams

Nevermind the forgetful times
O Sleeper
Awake, Awake I will be your dreamer

Faces wax cold ebb and flow
with iridescent glow
Awake, Awake, I will be your dreamer

The pulleys take ancient lifts
of slave master, in and out, up and down
sliding loads all around
falling sands on grounds
Shakeable and Shaking
in damp chills when
hard rains call
The slave and master
make ruin in Egyptian towns

Whose heritage? Tis the question lingering
The dry winds blow the fortress down
on conquerable kingdoms
What remains? Tis the question everlasting
Whose Arbiter? mortal pharoah must give momentary
edicts and answers