Ra
the noon sun, sailor of the sky
fireRa sails the day-boat across heaven and the night-boat through the underworld, dying each dusk to be reborn each dawn; to dream of him is to trust that whatever sets in you will rise again.
Fragments
Every night his golden barque descends into the twelve dark hours, where the serpent Apophis waits in the river to swallow the light of the world.
At the first dawn he rose alone from the waters of chaos, and where his eye fell the mounds of the earth lifted themselves gently out of the flood.
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