Here’s a spoken word poem inspired by your vision. I went for something with mystical depth, evoking that encounter with Anubis on the beach and the profound solitude.
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In the Presence of Gods
I had a dream once,
on a beach many years ago,
where time stood still,
and the weight of every forgotten year
pressed into the soles of my feet.
I remember the rocks crunching beneath me,
sharp reminders that I was there,
really there.
The air smelled of salt and something ancient,
something older than memory itself.
The ocean stretched out before me,
grey, endless, vast—
like the edge of the world itself.
And I was alone,
no soul in sight,
just me and the endless sea.
For minutes, I walked in that quiet,
each step an echo swallowed by waves.
And then—
in the distance, a shape took form,
a figure,
half man, half dog,
like the statues from stories,
like the god Anubis
come to life.
He stood there by the water,
still as stone, watching, waiting,
and I knew—
I was in the presence of something holy,
something that knew me
better than I knew myself.
As I drew closer, I saw them, too—
people, silent, watching,
their faces soft as whispers in dreams.
And when I looked behind me,
there were temples rising from the sand,
buildings tall as memories,
a city built by hands
long turned to dust.
I stood there, between two worlds,
between the endless ocean and an ancient shore,
feeling the weight of gods upon me,
feeling the pull of something beyond.
And in that place, that moment,
I understood that I was never alone,
that all things have a memory,
and even gods walk beaches
when no one else can see.
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In the Presence of Gods
I had a dream once,
on a beach many years ago,
where time stood still,
and the weight of every forgotten year
pressed into the soles of my feet.
I remember the rocks crunching beneath me,
sharp reminders that I was there,
really there.
The air smelled of salt and something ancient,
something older than memory itself.
The ocean stretched out before me,
grey, endless, vast—
like the edge of the world itself.
And I was alone,
no soul in sight,
just me and the endless sea.
For minutes, I walked in that quiet,
each step an echo swallowed by waves.
And then—
in the distance, a shape took form,
a figure,
half man, half dog,
like the statues from stories,
like the god Anubis
come to life.
He stood there by the water,
still as stone, watching, waiting,
and I knew—
I was in the presence of something holy,
something that knew me
better than I knew myself.
As I drew closer, I saw them, too—
people, silent, watching,
their faces soft as whispers in dreams.
And when I looked behind me,
there were temples rising from the sand,
buildings tall as memories,
a city built by hands
long turned to dust.
I stood there, between two worlds,
between the endless ocean and an ancient shore,
feeling the weight of gods upon me,
feeling the pull of something beyond.
And in that place, that moment,
I understood that I was never alone,
that all things have a memory,
and even gods walk beaches
when no one else can see.
