Comments about David Lacey
Black bear skins swing, clinging to the shamans skin.
Dance the night aflame. Keeping in sight the boundary
Frameworks that keep your sanity in place.
Laid bare, the fragile order of power is showered in anxiety,
The people are un-happy in not knowing why it is they must
Work so hard. Archetypical etchings upon souls inscribed
Leave shadows of memories past.