Thoth in the city of Khmun

Autumn is back. Then rain crashed down hard again after dusk. My creator has abandoned me, my dog has wandered of without me. To a world where he no longer needs me. My soul, my shadow no longer listen to me. Now I only serve as protection from the sun, reduced to a tree in the avenues.  The wind now rarely bares the voice of my two ravens. I turn to my last resort, my last out let, my scripture.

As the grain of sand escapes the hourglass, the desert lays barren in it's fullness. My words will remain unheard in the waves and die by the tooth of time. 

I'm to tiered to thread my needle, to twist my string. 

I'm to weary to weave my plaid.

I present to you my naked king, my highest ruler. My all and only truth.