Visions of Standing Rock

------- Visions of Standing Rock -------

Out beyond this window

a thin red cloud

drifts slowly passed the moon.

Once, 

we too,

lived like that:

Illuminated,

floating,

unbecoming with grace.

But judgement (and conquest) has made 

the spirit heavy,

and now we fight for breath.

This body we hold is water 

and air and earth 

reflecting light.

With it we rise

and become the cloud 

again.

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