Frozen Nile - Mechanical Poet

The morning lights

Annealing eyes with cold

A tempest rides

Defiling skies like mould

I see a dream being wide-awake

This world is running mad

A crazy trick that I can’t take

When limbo lies ahead

I see the Nile entombed in a hyaline case

So clear as a heavenly blaze

The hoary bodies of hippos froze in glaze

Sphinxes surmount with lacteal bays

Resignedly standing at gaze

When croak of perishing toads expires in haze

Palm-trees have bowed to winds

Falling to vitreous sands

Wherries like pointed splints

Stick out of stony bents

Does anyone retrieve a key?

Which devilry we meet?

Uncanny scenes have seemed to me

And overturned my creed