In my stillness you approached me, still image burned picture perfectly, continuously priming me? What news do you bring, premonitions of the ring, flowing through my minds eye, pen to paper only for the time being? Sense never made only hints of intuition, things of “past lives” lived, maybe?
Mysteries to unravel, bringing buried scenes of life’s past plays to this century, “Why me?” …Was Egypt a major part of me?
