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Last night I was content enough
to weave my dreams to chosen sleep;
My choice, a Nile of passageways,
one long slow flow of drifting out,
till o..
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Crow Girl's
Story
After the Sun Dance, I took you to my mother's fire
to seat you on buffalo fur & feed you strips of meat.
She nodded appr..
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Each morning I awaken to
fire.
I see that I am in flames, temptedto
run, not drop, leap, not roll.It is the intensity of large
matterscondens..
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disaster
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I find gray sidewalks in town
and walk to their endings.
All of them circle back
into themselves.
Heat rises in spots
of artificial rainbows..
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Extinction
I undertake to blaze my placethrough mushrooms nodding heavy heads,and by the spruce fir, indigo, in evening'slight before the moon.Near..
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I throw my cape down, before your feet.
I see your eyes spiral in a rogue of introspection.You say you are burning bridges.You say you have to ..
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I Came Up From Underground
I came up from underground.A house keyloose in my hands;the one I had died with, the onewhere I tried tokeep myjoyin o..
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At SundownAtlantic hearts on heated sea,the clouds raise bunions on the blue;I love the clean swept shoreline, yet,I dread the solitude of dusk.Gulls ..
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A Promise Made on Turtle MoundI am searching for the syllables you dropped long ago on Turtle Mound.They are transparent; daylight is gone, but still ..
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