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Day 4 of writing at Center Camp. My final day of gifting poetry- was bitter sweet. I knew it was time to let my typewriter go- at the same time, I felt compelled to complete these last poems for their grateful owners.
The Duty of the Shin
Lies within extensive preparation
In the body mind and soul
It is more than just a show
At 'that thing in the desert'
It is my heart&soul
Flashed before your eyes
The vast wells of our talen coincide
Providing you a feast for your eyes
Sustenance for your hungry hearts
We gift you the spark
To follow your passion
Unafraid- utilize our conclave performance
To fuel you for the other 358 days
Of the year
Allow us to create the space
For you to bask in
Yet know
It is our blood sweat and tears
We embrace
We taste the fuel
Each burn stings with the rememberance
Of time spent sinking in
To the final moment
Boiling down the anticipation
To prelude
The burning of the man
For our city- we will travel
Across states and borders
This is for you
This is for us
We are humbled by your mystique
We will step through the veils
Of your mind
To create the inferno
That is fire
Lighting your mind with passion
As we let it go
Blessed by impermanence
My writing is as dry as dust
I just couldn't help but to bring my
Priceless antique to Black Rock City
Now it appears
As though dust has seeped
Into each&every sacred crevice
Of my typewriter&me
Good thing that patience is in abundance
Here at Center camp
Or I may find
My lovely patrons were unwilling to take
The time to wait
In front of me
As I gift them gracefully
What my mind is screaming
My writing
May be dusty
Yet far from dry
As I seek to span
Vast summits in your mind
Just take the time
To revel in the drought
That has become
This alkaline lake bed
And clear cloudless sky
Roaming gloriously over this head of mine
Sharing my soul disguised as 'words'
Surpassing the clicking and clacking
Of these sticky sweet keys
The dust?
Just rolls off me
Love&Scarcity
Ohhhhhh Black Rock City
You gift me
An abundance of glee
Bring out so many sheltered aspects of me
Truly I flourish in your synchroni-city
Yet I seem to find
What I'm seeking in this soul of mine
has yet to find me
Perhaps I'm destined to wait a little longer
For my soul mate
Yet if I try
Perhaps I can shed this desire of mine
In hopes that I can truly embrace
This quest of impermanence
In sacred time&space
May I bask in the sunshine
Of 70,000 lovers
Radiating their earthen power
Across storms of dust and rainbows of emotion
Alike
May I find that is not scarce at all
Unless I need
To cultivate more flowers
In the vast gardens of my being
So I may look within
To see that a quiet fox
Like me harnesses the power
Of patience- honoring the wait
Freedom
The song of the dust
Wind silently becomes us
A we watch in awe the
Magnitude of the storm
The silent understanding
We are brought here to express
Truest of intent
It is our time to shine
Unencumbered by the watchful eyes
Society now cast aside
For community
Laws that restrict are traded for the
Sacred time & space where we bask in the
Glow of principle
Combine with one anothers flow
To create this vortex
Burning down the barriers
You and I no longer strangers
Danger evaporates in light
Of Impermanence&Safety with 70,000
Brothers and Sisters
Here to say "fuck off to the man"
We're burning down your capture
Of our human rights
Here for expression
From Midday til the end of night
Freedom is the song you are trying to
Steal from my pressed lips
Yet here is the secret
The constitution we are followinghere
Expressing what we want to in the 'real world'
WE ARE HERE TO ENJOY WHAT YOU WSNT TO TAKE AWAY FROM EACH BEAUTIFUL INDIIDUAL IN OUR DIVINE NATURE
I'm a real human living loving and learning
Yes I'm quite aware you wish to stomp freedom
Out of my heart
Yet I refuse to allow you
To take
what doesnt belong to you
That?? Is why I am here
To be free