In a drugless trance
the shamans dance
while the rest of the tribe
worries and prepares for their return
what news from the wayward couple
brought hell to themselves
they are lost alone together
they compliment
and adore each other
encourage and enlighten
but harm
themselves and the world
So who always was
never alone
I&I
and the true complements
who one was my shamanistic lover
For in mid-space
one foot grounded
the other on the sea
respect love around
the news is out
home is where
meaning's to be.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
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