Fragment 9538 The first Shaman

Through the hollows of my skull is how ocean winds invoke flowers of the Sun to burst at dawn.

Go back to the first Shaman the one that is not one is not the first nor the last.

 ancient bones studded with gems, orchid in blooms, humming bird feathers and the living eyes of Jaguars are on an altar.

Go back to the first Shaman the one that is not one is not the first nor the last.

 I am incandescent animal bodies purified.



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