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the playa calls
by Michele Schottelkorbin the recesses of our minds
theories beckon; questions beg
answer us this:
from whence we came, we should return
can we?
eyespopopen w i d e
a thousands lights in the midnight sky
smell the dust
lick the salt
ponder on this for a thousand years
reap the rewards of silence
and enjoy
(enjoy the silence)
a copper ring glistens
a bejeweled forehead smiles
listen for a moment
and feel through your exterior
the playa calls... we hear you 09/04/2003 Author's Note: i can still smell the air...
Posted on 09/05/2003
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