Ahem!To the harbour!
Time for emotional labour
Before the Ship sails!

Ahem!Fellow human!
Or did I mean Ahemait?
The personification of divine
retribution for all the wrongdoings
one had committed in life while still

dwelling in the Hall of Ma'at?
 
The hall of two truths, the house
of mirrors: What are you? The
truth or the lie - the others see or
do you feel as a lie? Will you die if
the others stop believing in you, leave
you? Will you die if you don’t believe
in you while other do believe in you?
Or are the others - the lie?

Truth and justice sometimes are like
a disambiguation or a silver lining ~
like:

Ahem... -  Ahemait . . . Aha! Déjà vu!

The hearts of those who failed to do the
emotional labour are dying a second death.

Those who tried to swim in the ocean
of emotions instead of getting on the ship
are eaten by a crocodile

. . . and those who keep running away from
the desert run; away from their feelings will
be eaten by a lioness.

Or those who ran through the desert and jumped
in to the ocean will be eaten by a hippopotamus!

•Ahem to the harbour!

Time for emotional labour before the ship sails!
Said the lady of flame and tenderly embraced
the Master of Time; dressed in red as her body
slowly took on the bright glare of the midday
sun.