Orion
his belt filled
with the dreams of Horus
watches me while I sleep
bed tangled
in reluctant umbilical
the tether wavers
in the wind
swinging in such repose
beneath the pointed dark
Orion
his belt filled
with the dreams of Horus
watches me while I sleep
bed tangled
in reluctant umbilical
the tether wavers
in the wind
swinging in such repose
beneath the pointed dark