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shamanfox:

See the Eagles
reflection
as he glides
forming fractures
scouring glaciers
in volcanic soils
with depth
should Earth quake
a tsunami
rise from this lake?
The April sun
brings snowmelt
into crystals gleaming
voices from
mountains come
to play in her water
see the Eagle
as he observes
yellow-cress
within wet sand
Kokanee Salmon
silver blue ice
fiery blend
Mink earthen
Brown Bear
feasting
The Eagles
cry echoes
through trees
as fibers within
my own being
through wind
of my breath
glide
through sky
Eagle
and I
are one

shamanfox:

I’ve exhausted words
in steaming of
funhouse mazes
to see you run away
through open doors.
Once warrior labyrinth
dropped weapons
in disgust of fight.
Shadows engulfed
(me) into the mouth
of a dragon, burning
away delusions and
dissolving mirrors to
sand. (My tears are the
ocean to the beach
alone) I’ve exhausted
words in every direction
my mind could fly. The
labyrinth solved, resolved
all the worlds released
I am unplugged, no longer
speaking into hallways
nor finding pathways.
I am through Muse.
Indestructible, unattainable
subtracted from the
revolutions in time.

shamanfox:

In the quenching sweat
of a lucid desert dream
found I, a tree of
love. In the furthest
corner among celestial
artifacts gold spun
branches sang of
most holy unfolding
unbridled passion. It’s
sweet flavor caught the
breeze surfing to wrap
my body as a veil of
seduction… The invisible
danced as softly side-winding
smooth skin snake. Unclothing
my mind from its prisoned
monotony as fruit juiced
soul into my soul escape
did inbound, unbound my
ancestors clothing
slipped from my skin
burning now
as fire on earth…
Minds eye following
trail of honey gleaming
trails from lips to breast
to groin as heaving
erotically, spiritually
my mind awakened.
Such knowledge at
nakedness, of my being
such liberation at
realization of dreams.

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