Noch keine Tags.
Forecast:
Mostly eyeline sunshine.
In the evening light rain
from high-brow clouds.
Workers, collect all night the tears
and in the morning flood the rock
that blocks the ramp
for an eternal week now.
Meanwhile, the vizier reports
and hears the pharaoh say:
You’ve made my day,
I mean my year.
And when in the star chamber
I will lie, a rock is throne.
Now I feel the beating of the stone
and change my mind to heart.
The pyramid was just a whim.
Go and order work to stop.