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Ra and Isis

by Anna Ruiz

we were scarab beetles
we were emeralds
in the sun

the moon
ever the jealous lover
crushed us with her longing
and we were rivers into
the afterlife

and now the swirling sands
of discordant time have
given wings to the swans
of our long-lived reflection

and I the high priestess of your
beating heart burn with the light
of ten thousand days

sing songs of praise

Copyright © 2009 by Anna Ruiz

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