Shakalaka Reemwa

I hear strange words chanted around the burning fire, crackling with such
rage, consuming with such solemnity.  Strange sex-less shadows dance with a
calming ease, bringing forth elements only read about in books.  Peaceful
beings, even though technological futures are non-existent, the gods put upon
favor to the life.  For the life makes music to calm the Earth.

Shakalaka Reemwa

I listen.  Now more intently then ever to the strange sounds beaming within
the figures.  Shapes bouncing in time to the desert light bring realizations
to the ever-present mind in which I inhabited. Howling with precedence in the
still night, I listen now, removing my eyes, and light a cigarette.
Breathing the smoke as if it were my last, I absorb all this new
recollection, or as pertaining to the ghostly whims.

Shakalaka Reemwa

Laying back, I brush the borders of sleep, still hidden from the dancing
tribe.  Like animals in the night, time becomes irrelevant as crickets start
to join the band.  Even the Stars play the game, adding to all joy with the
twinkling of an organ.  

Music Fills the Midnight Air.
I am saddened at the society I grow to love.
I gently weep.
The tears are silent.
The only thing unheard.