I move through the Egyptian temple,
Lifting the heavy door latches
With keys in the form of ankhs.
Sister-wife,
The serpent of light
Devours us both.
I am the honoured one and the scorned one.
I am the holy one and the whore.
I am the mother and the daughter.
I am the maker of gods,
Worshipping their creation.
I have come to light the torches in the bridal chamber.
Baptized in water and light,
I wait for the perfect reflection.
Give me the strength to keep faith with life,
Knowing that all is well.
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