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A Messenger of Ra

This boat was hewn of cypress wood seven arms in length, green as crystal tourmaline, strong as the voice of Ra. The world has spread itself before me, washed with natron and ambergris. I sail through stars silver as fishes. I am a messenger of Ra. What grace I've seen no man can know: green words fly from the mouths of gods; ground and baked, red words rise like bread—a perfect food for dead men. Yellow stone in the sea, golden light among stars, I am a messenger of Ra whispering the secret of ages.