Modern Day Shamans

In the east
we sang spells
that we weaved and heaved
into the cloud cover
with such a great force of magic
they shook the doors off the hinges
of heaven
and fell back to
the earth
like a storm.

Life is wild
and so are those wicked
drugs that tell us stories and
linger in our closets
til the room starts 
to feel
while the green speckled lizard
sits in its grace,
next to you, in the coffin,
and she speaks at you
just in case
you awake again- truly,
we are never
ALONE alone.

And oh,
the slow sprawl
of the hours awake,
shifting moods, shifting bodies,
shifting eyes,
we are our own
modern day shamans
winking and weary

in the daylight.

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