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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