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I go dark Blood pulsing Foot falls fast Furiously Pounding the ground Swimming before me The night beckons As it always does I am not the wolf But I howl With centuries of fury Angry Lost My tribe eons apart My people My truth Bare skin broken Like chords of history Musical and painful Thin and wiry Spirit fiery My ears thud The wheat bends Beneath my pace I am the wind Will not win Nature’s race But the chaff Rises once more Not separated But part of the whole I can fly With no wings I can soar I am the drums So I run The poet The child The native Burnt skin To the edge of the world Around then back again Running And running Always running
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 4:27 PM UTC
Running
I go dark Blood pulsing Foot falls fast Furiously Pounding the ground Swimming before me The night beckons As it always does I am not the wolf But I howl With centuries of fury Angry Lost My tribe eons apart My people My truth Bare skin broken Like chords of history Musical and painful Thin and wiry Spirit fiery My ears thud The wheat bends Beneath my pace I am the wind Will not win Nature’s race But the chaff Rises once more Not separated But part of the whole I can fly With no wings I can soar I am the drums So I run The poet The child The native Burnt skin To the edge of the world Around then back again Running And running Always running
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 4:27 PM UTC
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