Sekhmet wore two faces
in her life [not ended – &
depending on] – Breaths
in a brief book on death –
Our Lady of Pestilence [&
other names were put to
her characters] – Disfavor
muddied her lusts – up to
a point – adoration is one
pulse off love [more was
her ongoing expectation –
more was her addiction] –
By quick foolishness she
was sated – for some she
wept – a phoniness – she
was fixated by false gods