The way I jut up and shimmer,
sun glinting off my reflective surface
while I am at rest in the day, lethargic
behind sunglasses that suggest
I do better in the dark
when the moon looms big or not at all
over this bustling hive, this faster Egypt
risen with less detail, but still a flash
in the pan, a momentary, necessary scar
scratched across the face of the Earth.