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Dimitri

Death is one hell of a drug.

They would criminalize it if they could.
�
Unless they can regulate
and
severely compartmentalize
and
commodify
and
legally addict you
then
that shit is a �mexican thing�
or
a �black thing�
or
an �oriental thing�
or
a "white thing".
�
* � * *
�
I watched her, in her deep grief, seek her own way
In the misty highs of the Andes, in ceremonial
Shamanism, first entering a window of purification,
To be prepared for an arduous journey in store,
Bathing in cold, refreshing waters of a sacred river,
As the Shaman smudged each in sacred smoke,
Ch�ullo tendrils dangling around serious expression. �
�
The remainder of the ceremony �
remained
secret.
�
She crouched, staff in hand, an apex predator of peace -
white light
glow
�
At the cleft of the cliff�s edge
mist of missed
now
�
She knows.