the power of the wind in harness
pushing me higher.
Poles linked by talking wires
running spirits from valley to valley
an alphabet of signs in water
sand in the fingerprints
glinting from contact
with so many lands.
Drums in radiant circles
heat that eats the rain
before it hits the ground
two nude encircled shadows.
Lanes of the never before
explored
opening many
vacant heavens and howling hells.
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