Crow Magic from Beyond

Wehelani

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Chance T. Spirit
Manawa Nui 'Uhane

Song: Counting Stars 🌟

Desert of Woe
Part the Canto II
"The Sand's Wyrm"

I rose out from deserts of dusty wind
like a dry dervish. The lizards drinking
through the skin
only in the rarest moments
of a twilight, whend
the only natural evaporation came
from the sands so thirsty
even the cactus gets drank
by the moving air

I walked across the land of scarred feet
filled with burrs that tumbled their way
'cross to find greener pastures and soils
with even scarce moisture to sprout oases

I caught shade in the crevice of boulders
buried myself at Lahaina Noon to find,
the coolness, deep in layers
of the inner Earth, with root

"Where is that well?"
I whispered in the heart, my mind
wandered through the rumors of Sakiya

"Aquifer, why can't I find you,
excerpt in the mirage, blending
my imagination brain melting hot."

I screamed nothing but the choked voice,
cracked and croaked, splitting:
"Why am I here?"

I prayed,
"How can We call Me the savior?
I can't even save myself in this,
gesture-- a prison of my environment."

I watched,
the bottom of the sea sand sifting—
like waves of my soul—
they washed over me as I dove
head first into the ground,
for another day, come dusk
I will be there, feeling
the ionos beckoning me,
like a copper wire,
onward as my guide:

To the ocean forests I belong
as a cool breeze that makes them strong
—as a warm breeze that helps them breathe
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Khalil Gibran's final words of "The Prophet"

And when all the people were dispersed she still stood alone upon the sea-wall, remembering in her heart his saying,

'A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.'
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~Chance T. Spirit (7:33 10/15/2022)