I make obeisance at the altar of myself Incense; frankinsence, myhrr: the gelatinous Petrified bulbous mass Perturbing the sense of peace I cultivate And string up, like biltong, in the sun. The dumbness The numbness My shrinking shadow marks the days till summer's Zenith, when the shadows will become imperceptable The spectacle uncanny The sun-orb, a million times a second, birthing heat Pushing down on us at 12 o'clock noon The dying litter the valley I have covered myself in their glory Shredded skin Bared ego I step into the playground of myself, Ready to make merry, in delight.