Does it count if you don’t know them? You know—family, years of living under a family rite and ritual of practice/ if in the end/ or the middle/ family doesn’t matter. Answering to myself and my wife suits me better. I fear I let the ghosts follow me on my path way too long. I cared about running in endless fear. Fear to progress, fear to digress— fear, fear, fear. Hopeful for life to whisk away that fear, where one day I wouldn’t recognize it anymore. A reckless steerless burst! From dawn ‘till dusk, no rest. No wonder I live quietly to the chest and relish the silence in my head. Today not fearing but living in slo-mo effects. I understand the Gnomes/ the Hermits/ the Erdgeist—in life and in death. I manifest the tales that weave through the devil’s grip, to God in spirit—I slip, I slip! I materialize in incubation from due West to due East to the forests in my dreams— to ‘The Here, to The Now’ Erdgeist rises on misty vales. Water vapors turn heathens and materialize on the waves of oceans and mountain sides. Blankets of pelting Blackbirds dot the skies, lifting the veil of midnight through violet nights. I reflect backward to leap forward with antelope strides, a herd stampeding through space and time. African plains dusted from the quakes of my hooves, beating back those fears lost to my strident youth.
© Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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