Baby Mummy

I have brought myself to Starbucks even though I felt like staying in.  I feel cold and I am trying to lift my mood.  Maybe there is some poetry in my life that I cannot see.  I wish to not discuss discord or matters that are painted with negativity.  I was successful at getting my morning tasks done.  I think of a casual exchange I had on a bus months ago.  It birthed a reality for me yesterday, and now I sit a little empty.  Sometimes that makes a new substance ready to be poured into the clean vessel.  I did see a beautiful, large eagle from the bus window.  I wished to sore with the magnificent bird.  As I sit here, I share eye contact with a small child in a high chair playing with his father's keys.  He is so alert.  I wish for him to share his inspiration.  Everything so new, new, new.  I think of a king's eyes today, and feel the beat of my slowing heart.  Sometimes, master of the desert, I am almost dead.  The beat is not detected by those who deal with an emergency.  Maybe that means that there is nothing at all with me.  It is the air that I breath that feels sorry that for its volume, I have no need.  I see me as mummy, as a baby, in 1970.  I was born two places at one time: U.S. Tripler Army Hospital. HI, and the streets of Cairo, Egypt, mystically.  In Cairo, my eyes would not slow.  There were two pupils and plenty of movement.  The sun and the stars moved as well.  I died a day later.  My tomb was found in 1973 (11/22).  It was completely FILLED with mercury to keep evil away from society.  I have been having the pain of mummification in my stomach for the last few days.  I was the strongest stargazer who ever existed.  That is just the tale that my soul told me to tell.