To overcome the inherent chaos of death
You were dismembered, processed,
Reassembled. Such peacefulness
radiates below the crystal and above the pedestal
For your heart is lighter in weight than feather
The forgetfulness assumed by water remembered by the banks of the Nile:
Across shore, you are the one wearing golden face
Here, you remain to be scepter,
crossed hands. Never-Ending
Your curse engraved inside the tomb