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Show Visions The old man, pitiless cast you adrift in these rocks, young and blind in the rough glare of sand and dry stones, no food, no water, no refuge but a long unbending horizon. Three days and you could not speak; wind rattled around your bones in the chill as the moon rose and sent all solid forms fleeing like frightened smoke. The breastfeathers of a black eagle touched your burnt face, soft as tears that would not come as the night's father wrapped you in his wings. A silver, lone coyote stalked you from the inside out, a laughing star on the wander, singing through the split mountain of your heart. |