"Sunlight pours into his Cairo room. His hand flabby over his Herodotus journal, all the tension in the rest of his body, so he writes words down wrong, the pen sprawling as if without spine. He can hardly write down the word sunlight. The words in love."






It is as we have all said;
Exchanging rivers. 

It is like this, he would say
(Almasy might say)


Capillaries like sprawling creeks
learning the name of each 

Beautiful branches gifted
Pulses in the tides of arteries

It is as we all understand;

Exchanging rivers.