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Aumakua Rant
I was running up the mountain, Just dog tired, Suffering, My mind drifting Between the Infinite Rift. My Aumakua (spirit animal) stops on a branch nearby. He starts to chirp a mile a minute. I cannot understand him. For a second I imagine his chirps as something other than sounds. This is what the little bird might have said, "If Friends come and go Enemies must Stay and stop Or what happens If I don't think? Does that mean I am not? Could I just fizzle away into the immaterial matter in the air? Become one with the universe, Dissipate like the wind Which has a pulse and a spirit And a really bad temper. The wind gets really pissed If you break its rules. For every reaction There is a bell that goes off in a parallel universe And two porcupines make love very carefully Until one of them pokes the other In the way that poking is bad..." I put my finger in my ear, and realize the bird is still chirping and chattering, But for some reason I can't understand him any more. Maybe I never could. -Joseph DeMarco
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