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Jul 2016
I climbed the rainbow
rode the sky
the ancestors held me close
- hold me still.

The Vulture wheeled
flew straight out of the Sun.

My tribal drum beat
and magic dance
lasted for days
- and as many nights.

The Vulture drank
the magic cactus.

And we danced together
and entered the spirit world.
Written by
nivek
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