Night Shaman


Past the point of signs,

out into the uncharted,

driven by the mystery in front

and the misery behind.


Flashing though

memory after memory,

seeking the gold

in the coal mine.


Never makes sense

when the cold night

draws you out,

away from the fire,

to stare up at the stars.


Cold and exposed

to the elements,

and the animals,

seeking a vein

to tap into.


Pour out existence,

bleed into the galaxy.

No more flesh-bound,

or Earth-bound,

but back

with the universe.



HG – 2021

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