Asleep at the wheel. Tibetan
prayers drift. and still crash
inta Yah!
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Wild Spirits Beloved We gather here unquenchably on fire We dance as blood flowers around the lips of a great volcano A grand and secret show we reveal the curtain is aflame let us call for another new world for it is already among us raising moons to our ears obsidian whisper we listen we are thunderous for new birth.
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