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elderly trickster
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night on the edge of where the forest meets the desert
sky a ravening void
until the eyes grow accustomed
the endless universe glittering as the breeze stirs the patchy grasses
coyote sings to the night
whisper of owl's wings
the unlikely roar of a mouse killing a centipede, the victory song of a tiny hunter
shimmer of bobcat eyes
soil, sand and stone
practicing stillness
imagining the stars becoming a succession of circles like a long exposure, like a pinhole camera
come, wind - tell me of the night, of the secrets the dawn will forget
the chill at the peak of the mountain, the swelter in the low valley
of birth
of dream
of passions
of toil
sorrow
and death
and joy
as this wheel turns again and all things repeat or start anew
i am old now,
in time younger voices will call to you
call upon you to share your secrets
your mysteries
when i but number among these motes of matter upon the breeze
but that is not here or now
so
sing your chorus and i will sing the refrain in my hour
yjr voices will change
but the song never ends
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