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dog shaman


Shaman Khorolkan of the Kambaghir tribe of the Evenk, first quarter of the nineteenth century (Illinois State Museum)
Shaman Khorolkan of the Kambaghir tribe of the Evenk, first quarter of the nineteenth century (Illinois State Museum)

dog shaman gnaws his soul to the bone,

his is not the highest, his is but to roam.

Does he ever make it home?

For him there is no grandeur,

he sleeps on the kitchen floor,

wags his tail then is no more.

Mighty Eagle and Bear don’t care,

They can go anywhere,

but They don’t know what it means to share.

Well, who knows what we’ll be in the end,

so from one dog to another, i’ll miss you old friend.

Δt


Hey, I’ll explain the world that I see;

The events that transpire, and why to me.

Well, I’m a follower of great Δt;

which makes what’s past out of what will be.

And I’m enslaved by cruel mean Δt;

because what’s mine is mine just momentarily.

But I’m liberated by pure true Δt;

learning takes time to forget and be free.

Yeah, I’m just me thanks to Δt;

finding in a moment of forever, harmony

Shipwreck


Imperial Japanese Navy oiler Irō under attack on 30 March 1944, Palau, photo by United States Navy
Imperial Japanese Navy oiler Irō under attack on 30 March 1944, Palau, photo by United States Navy

Among gnarled and twisted branches, small fish on display.

During the quiet afternoon, us humans come for play.

Beneath our playground, a dark labyrinthine tomb.

This wouldn’t be our playground, but for your horrific doom.

I do not come for the fun and play anymore, if ever I visit this site.

I just come to watch the daring fish, all fighting the good fight.