swaying blades of peridot
alight amid azurite horizon
of clement citrine sunset
in velveteen palanquin
draped in silk brocade
jade hairpin askew
wonted truth presaging
the seizing solemnity
by crook of Anubis
we tendered the ferryman’s toll
stolid in this stagnant state
as fate shed its veils before us
upon the hourglass’ turn
emergent, we shuffled off
our toilsome coils rejoicing
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