With Compliments to the Great American Shamans of Folk Music (And Later, Rock And Roll)

It’s been a long, long wander,

Lost deep in the twilight -

My feet lost their feel for the ground.

But lately I'm thinking

It’s about time I got right;

Stopped hearing the sights,

Started seeing the sounds.

There’s fire inside me

That's constantly burning,

So I melt, fall apart at the seams.

And so, now dissembled,

I lie tossing and turning,

Trying to forget my thoughts,  

and remember my dreams. 

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I’ve seen the temptations,

Been tortured by demons,

I’ve wandered the desert alone.

But in this same sickness,

I’ll find my salvation;

Time to gather these stories,

And carry them home 

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I’m increasingly certain

That magic surrounds me

The universe spins like a wheel.

Whether fucking or fighting,

I’m secretly learning,

That the dark and the light

Are both part of the deal.