Mekael Shane

And if someday
My sons ask
'Dad, why do you climb? '
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We float
Through purple-velvet skies
Out where black holes are born
And the Milky Way lies
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Lovely is she
Who came
And rescued me
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Souls sold for
Antiquated crude
As bitter enemies crossed over
Frozen tundra and vast deserts to duel
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Tribal beats are sounding
Inside my head; echoing and pounding
Demanding that I come home
But which way do I go
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In my mind I raced against time
I smoked peyote with the Apache
I chased Kangaroos
Through the bush with the Aborigine
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Love is the seeking of a way of life
A way that cannot be sought alone
Poetry is the residence of all spiritual and physical things
Love is the transmitting of the acceptances of the things we find whilst we seek
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Masked in
Gray and brown
Ancient
Shale dust
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In my mind I raced against time
I smoked peyote with the Apache
I chased Kangaroos
Through the bush with the Aborigine
...

German Shepherd dogs 

Next came the water hose

Bodies lynched, then set ablaze 

Flesh singed, then meshed with clothes
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