IX. Elle est vite retombé [dans amour-là]

IX. Elle est vite retombé [dans amour-là]

Then I felt a great force opening my stone jaws, and many words flowed into my mouth. I heard a roaring of the waters of my conception, and sobs of heartbreak—my own? I did not know. Rivers of air came to me like a new life—and the forgotten first instant of death also came and was gone quickly. Then was my Ka born, which is to say I was born again, and was it a day, or a year, or not for the passing of ten Kings? —Norman Mailer's Ancient Evenings

Dismantled ritual from disremembering starred in our eyes as the Celestial
Water compasses of dew rejoined heads of barley enriched as they unwound the spool mortared
By the returning swallow—From the shelled allantois of the crocodile or black ibis profiled
In the Moon’s faces; our full thought of Isis camouflaged in Nile amphibole and red jasper of whose blood is The Book of Duad, extracting the Secret Name
Of the Sun from our three generations—From whose hermetic seed Set first insinuated the first snow
An emanation unsealed by Re, Beloved Ka, submit our night flights to the hereto unknown, untangled epigenome

In single molecule real time sequencing—Chiesa degli Eremitani; being, an image in the stay of foreign words, inscribes the epigenome—
After an afternoon of love beside the sacred pool; wind-borne to its flood-lined interior as peregrines, we found its priests bereft of benefices; in advance of the adjacent chapel’s blown door, we were transported to a celestial
Ceiling endowed by Scrovegni, the usurer, as the pregnant blue sow—That Isis appeared as the Great White Sow of Heliopolis, and this resting place similarly lidded as the tomb of the Beloved of Ramesses, Nefertari, we perched in awe before the mortared
Panels of Giotto; altogether forming a Cycle—First, before an estimated detail of the mother of Anubis, whose keen scent scatters the snow
Of embalmer’s natron—The just delivered wears a solar disc of the Ennead, which is broadly suggested in the attending Bas above her consort, Set, as the goat's head profiled
Looking away, who insisted she leave the son of Osiris exposed—Isis, eternally touching her Ka, reconciles this dust-burrowed one, whose vagrant bed is furrowed by swine—Anubis presides with her over the Judgment of the Heart with Ma’at, whose Name

Balances with a single flight feather Eternal Life—Precious are the scorpions that groom linen moths; receiving from Isis their own Name—
As Incantations for Spell 23, The Opening of the Mouth, and epigenomic
Count of shared chromatin (23) crossed as the pilot fish (X), as rope, in the daylight celestial
Waters in which Osiris distends his casket—Running aground on his Khaibut's profile,
Of a trunk, and the temple's central pillar; the Lamentation figure in mortared
Blue is taken down from his stalk, where Isis kisses the adze splits, that would pronounce snow

She would mount him to conceive Horus—There, she is in the panel carried on the poor chariot of an ass; sacred to Set, who further signifies the snow
That blights the olive groves—Pronounced doors of the sky open; Mansions of Khepri that are paneled with planed sycamore, the Name
Of Nut (Nuit) pierces—Her head is an emblem; the Greek’s insertion, where Anne’s maid works her distaff, the knot of Isis is meant, and is blanched of its ferrous mortar
Entering the nose; expelled from the dais of the central Judgment—An isomorphism exists between them at the epigenome—
Mothers, whose caresses are rich outflows of the cow, which deepen the promoter known to us as the opening lines of The Book of Duad Ani cast in red—Celestial
Nut, who begot the Ennead, cedes them her freshness, of dissolving video while receptive cones burn down as myrrh—There but for solitary profiles

To superimpose, and come forth from loosened symphyses girding a base nine diameter of a doubled inner vault, our issue of the Kas profiled
The glyph of life—Grisaille Vices and Virtues before which fourteen oases of Osiris sear with their snow—
At the dark Moon, the reborn Two-Lands near to our own—Khert-Neter's resinous scab is reflected; before the Celestial
Kas found places beside the helmsman of the Sun swim among congested eels in a dragnet; sloughing walls of one's own bowels, where names
Of those unresolved passions—frustrated, unworked, or, by their stench, maniacal—must now labor twice at the heterochromatin restrung into malignant projections of the mortared
Eye of Horus his mother licked to suffer the end of perfection—Under the force of the epigenome,

Queens of Byblos swore upon the cow's head of Hathor; among vanquished eye sockets bud lotus, and the epigenome
Inactivates one of its Xes; the same as the Apis Bull, pruning the lawns apportioned its blood profiled
For instruction on these walls—Not far away, a priest, for finding lost things, intones the voice of the one who enters, into whose tongue stiffens with mercury for a canopic jar of gold—Out of the mortared
Gate, the incommensurable three return as nine cell lines; the cataract wells for the curse of itself, and out of a snow
Of fallen plaster thought emerges an aeon of the child seven of the seventh letter for fish; created the fifth day, and we were slow to read below the Celestial
Sighted by two stars to the true north having deviated since the Great Pyramid—Force of the Name's

Imitation that it might be scrolled in the epigenome whose nexus is doubly gathered by the Ka whose Name
Mortared fountains of her mind's black ice and faceted snow—Received from Isis as Hathor, as translocated Xes all phases of which circumpolar Sirius
Marks the inundation of the Nile, above which nine punctured the Celestial, in place of formal systems, of our Ennead in profile—