JOURNEY OF THIRST

Fly girl with the demon in your head
Where you gonna go?
The only frontier is the sky
Beyond clouds, beyond jet streams
Into the black hole universe.
Fly by shooting sparks ignite your deepest desire
But there is no place left to go.
Star traveling in a dream...
If only you could remember how.

In a vale of cedar
An occasional buck crackles twigs.
Or, is it you dreaming again?
Traveling away?
Steam from your nostrils fills the still air,
As you stomp hoof against red sod
Soaked with bloody tears.
You shake your antlers trying to awaken.
Falling into the newly dug hole
Praying for swift transformation.

Journey to the center of Earth,
Warmth awaits not there.
No place left to go...
Reaching—higher—higher still;
To grab that hanging star.

Shaping into Hummingbird, no place to rest your soul.
You beat your wings against your breast.
Sweet, sweet melody lulls you into death.

O fly girl!

— Waterhawk Sorenson

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