Ra gambles all night you know.
He never Sleeps
One day he will stumble
And he will drop the sun.
Ra speaks to
Ra looks too
No, one, that is known
Ra continues
Ra can gamble and
Carry the sun.
He is your god
No one is you.
Ra is astute,
wise beyond measure.
Ra can gamble and
Carry the Sun
No, one sees,
sees what you do.
No, one thanks you,
I truly do
Ra sees no, one,
On the Paths of the Dead.
Ra sees, clear, hears too.
No, one, will be known.
-Richard Gordon Thompson
About the Creator
Richard Thompson
Lives on the bleeding edge of reality. at https://themarkettavern.ca and https://whiterabbitt.picfair.com It is also where the sun goes at the winter solstice. Hallucinating the fey; at the gates of dawn; in the Kingdom of Prester John
Keep reading
More stories from Richard Thompson and writers in Poets and other communities.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.