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Nov 2017
My name is Kepec
I see
I see the mountains and the trees
     as a Holy Place created by the Great Father
     put here for  me to live in and enjoy
Ever since I was a young boy I have felt
     as one with the land and sky and rivers
     but I see  people as dreams
They listen and do whatever I say
     they know I would never lie to them
Why should I lie to a dream?
I tell them when to plant seeds
     when the rains will come
     where to find fruits
     and when to pick them
     and when to sacrifice
     a hundred slaves
I see dreams killing dreams
They clean and cook the bodies
     and they eat
I eat only the fruits and grains
What use would it be
     to eat a dream?
Mark Wanless
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Mark Wanless  mpls, mn
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