THE TRECK

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Walking through
orange mountains--
a journey toward
the blue hole,
like shamans through a desert--
except we have beer.

never loosing our sight
of the sea,
I swear, every step
makes the water glow a more magificent blue
as the wind travels through every rock.

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          step

One of the electric men
from the rocks whispers
through a gust
to trust the path ahead of me.
I take a swig of beer.

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                              ­                                    **ARRIVAL and RELAXING
                                              
                                                               Subdued
                                                         ­      Subtle
                                                    ­           Serene duet
                                                               between Nephthys and Nuit lulls us
                                                               to rest after a feast of honey tahina
                                                          ­     in a hut with the words "Peace City"
                                                           ­     painted over the kitchen.

                                                               ­                            Silent
                              ­                                                                 ­   Soothing                                            
         ­                                                                 ­                           Solace      
                                                                                  
                                                                                        wondering
                                                  ­                                if Moses was really lost
                                               in a place many might consider  paradise.

                                                               ­                             Saline
                             ­                                                               Sa­phire
                                                      Soul blood pours from mother's veins--
                                                         ­       Dahab/Sinai is a major artery
                                                          ­      of civilization creation, a sacred
                                                          ­     space for those seeking to unplug.