Saturday, October 10, 2009

Kuelap's Spirit, Impenetrable Darkness

It would be likened to a disembodied

Blind spirit—

Wandering through unlit space!

If not for the swish of winds

Around my—

Soft, warm naked face…!

Silent sounds roars from the dead

Embodied in stone-darkness—

Inside Kuelap’s Fortress

Here lost souls, wail for peace

Ripping and sweeping in madness

With fitful gusts

As I regained my frozen feet

Felt the pounding of his heart beat

It halted…

Shuffled was their sacred ground

Of which they laid

From Horizons Dawn

I assured them from whence we came

We would not disturb them

Ever again…

Thus, he abruptly left back into his

Abode, stoned-darkness

(This Roaring dead soul)!…

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