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                         Mau-mau showed
                         Her children a moon,
                         His light
                         Bathed their minds,
                         Their souls
                         Knew possession

no one can see/ how I should be/
the bonehouse is where I want to flee/ where no one
can whip me/ No One with your omniscient eyes/
leave my body/ allow transcendentality

                         Pipes we smoke and plant 'round pits
                         Fly into Heaven--a breath from God
                         Graves scattered with shells, glass, flashes
                         For quick travel to safety, the sacred

Holy wind of Whitsuntide