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Smoke
filled the canyon rim as i walked alone in the darkness.
Quietly
as the effervesce of the land spoke,
i realized that i had never been alone in the
silence of darkness.
Yet,
before my meager soul in the dawn of the european existence,
there had walked on the naked body of the
land the people of america.
They
did not possess or own but understood the meaning of dependency
on the mother and the womb.
My
mind raced to the four corners of the world, directions that had
been shared with me around fire and song of the drum beat on the
skin.
jon
o. holloway |
