On the road once again
Haven't lost
Yahweh

Ohm thinking 'bout Indians
and Indios

Columbus and Dublin
Echoes and impermanence

Kanata and 'murica
**** yea

Maybe the Mormons got it right
An idea split in two

Like two brothers
Or twin souls

But always a third
Apes lost their tails but not their balance

Causality, a trinity
Of sorts

That's for you to sort out

Cause:
"Spectres...." ~ ~~ ~~~ Whitman

Coyote sleeps tonight
Rest well my friend

I remember
A nightmare
That I had
Of my doppelgänger
Only she was wearing all black except for the head
She tried to cut me
Up with a kanata
How did I know she was
My doppelgänger
She was also part Tibetan
She looked like me
Exactly
She was my weakness
My fears
And everything dark.

no one owns this land
bloodshed and atrocity
lord tyrants and battlements

the Vikings seafaring
Erik the Red with his sons
Leif and Thorvald, continuing the journey
Columbus, Champlain, Cartier...
Jacques Cartier looking for China found ‘Kanata’ and they now call Canada
captived Donnacona and his clan from Stadacona

the mariners, cartographers
no one owns this land

the slavery and civil war of Catholicism and Protestants
the ‘Black Death’ from bubonic plague

the man’s bones from the rat’s alley
below the ground with sunken skeletons
who fought with swords and knives and a broken arrow trying to dug up their way

to the bridges and skyscrapers that buried them deep with the poison of ideology
that says ‘you are not welcome’

the silent voices screams
‘this is our land, this is our land...
this is not our land and there shall be no peace.’