The territory does not sleep


Outside
the dogs build a wall
of barks
the coyotes laugh at
until my midnight
hash pipe
and ayawaska eyes
take flight.
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Been too long,
been too sick,
been too caught up
in the human tornado sim
dies down a calm stillness.
I wade,
soaking in the gulch of life
that just needs to be reminded
to take a deep breath
and absorb.
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Let the moon wane
with the parasites.

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