You swear to me i'm dead,

that my lungs are filled with salt,
that my ears shrink under
the clamor of other's judgments,
that Duat's shadows crawl over my eyes
like blood curls down pearls.
You say i walk encumbered and stumble
under the weight of trepidation
but will soar like an angel nonetheless.
And you swear my dead body still breathes
and i'll sing a song that flies and flies and lifts me back to light
where Ra will open my eyes
so i may remember
how I come to be