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In the long nights our room was closed off and
sealed, like a grave inside a pyramid.
Above us: foreign silence, heaped like sand
for aeons at the entrance to our bed.
And when our bodies lie stretched out in sleep,
upon the walls, again, is sketched the last
appointment that our patient souls must keep.
Do you see them now? A narrow boat drifts past;
two figures stand inside it; others row.
And stars peer out, the stars of different lives;
are carried out by the Nile of time, below.
And like two mummies, we have been wrapped tight
in love. And after centuries, dawn arrives;
a cheerful archaeologist - with the light.