a hunter's trance
i bow to thee
my arrow hot
my mouth a pot
my string free
i sing to thy spirit
i tremble gently
i keep steady
my finger pointed
we circle the fire
four feet
two feet
one in the other
sun becomes moon
moon becomes sun
the day's begun
the nights loom
i cover thy track
to heaven
thy cover my back
on earth
my primal scream
a call to life
thy dying dream
my vision at night
upon the caves
my mind agrees
we find degrees
in shallow graves
we are the pigment
they see in art
a bleeding heart
a breathing rock
i bow to thee
spirit of the eland
arrow in hand
be one with me
as tones we slide
on bated breath
we beat a ride
cross length and depth
free in boundedness
the vibrating string unties
not restrain when breaking
into sacred cavities
i echo the arrow
sacred in flight
i flexed my bow
and pulled it tight
like a bee sting
i loose my head
break at the neck
my ring of bone
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