If you think of yourself as a phoenix
That creature of many feathers
Who nests at the bottom
Of a now invisible sea
Whatever brings us to the desert
Must have some new religion
In mind an early purgatory
A certain cleansing by the sun
We are carried back to Egypt
To the springs of the Pharaohs
Wondering what to take with us
From this whole panorama
And yes our temples
Gutted and forlorn waiting
Impatiently to be re-born
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