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On a rural Pequot River,
with steady New England flow
toward Long Island's warming Sound

Then on and out, 
whispering drowned memories
of Atlantis

Slumbering on eastern bank,
surrounded by Native Elder spirit grounds,
ruined medicine's monolithic altars
worship insanely leviathan 
brooding bruised monoliths

Stately asylums 
crumbling carcasses
sagging with trembling memories
of disability
to remember sacred Mother's 
co-empathic presence.

Naked Earth's noticing 
of past still present 
choices and voices
speaking through cracked windows 
and abandoned door frames,
peeling exterior landscapes,
collapsed roofs 
with rotten root foundations

Mumbly murmuring memories
of past river fogged-in days
and nights of terror

Ruled by despots of European sanity
secretly applauding 
wildly appalling 
bacchanal pleasure voices
jumping into swollen tides
for shrinking silent despair

Unsteady loss of health 
and yet all wise-stately
reasonable flow of wealth
away diversely out
toward wild remembering presence 
downstream
straining severed screams
of impolitic 
unpolite 
madness

Intending to grow up 
a LeftBrain modern school 
for massive insanity

Monoculturally invested dust 
decaying these submerged prisons
of professional abuse 
and dispassionate neglect,
oppressively irrational exculturation.

Wild voices dismembering
loving matriarchal presence 
of naturally nurtured persons

Too entrapped by past terrors,
chronic, climatic, psychotic prisons
for muttering conversations 
between Ego's anger voice
berating RightBrained voiceless fear 
of trauma's relentlessly modern ambivalence

Quivering recrimination 
reiterating throughout drugged dungeon nights

Historic monopolistic layers 
of mindless medicinal attendance
drowning native rivers
of basic neural noticing,
thereby inducing rot

Deep dark tidal waters
briefly intuiting tender absence 
of co-invested narrow neural paths
toward peak polypathic saturation

Hiding in a forest
of cracked and crumbling drives and walkways,
virally seductive toxic infestation,
depoliticized
unspoken disabling history 
now weeding over.

On this denatured Pequot River
visitors violate gloom's ghostly despair,
turning our backs 
to return to safer grounds

No less trespassing 
HerStory's voiceless wilderness
rotting recklessly profane

Slinking down 
a slickly overcrowded river
of ubiquitous fear investment
in tumble-down sad urbanity.
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