Thoth Remembered Atlantis
Before the temples rose in Kemet,
before ink touched papyrus,
there was a land
that forgot its balance
and sank beneath its own knowing.
Thoth walked out of that silence.
Not as a king,
not as a conqueror,
but as memory made flesh.
He carried no cities,
only numbers,
sounds,
laws that do not drown.
Where Atlantis fell into water,
Thoth anchored wisdom in stone.
Where power collapsed,
he taught balance.
Where time erased names,
he taught writing.
They called him Neter,
but he was remembrance.
They called him god,
but he was continuity.
Atlantis did not vanish.
It was rewritten.
In measures.
In words.
In truth weighed against the heart.
And so humanity continued,
not because it was worthy,
but because someone remembered
how to begin again.
Yankee Feather
One Love. One Feather.
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