the desert
dry winds
cuidad!
rattlesnakes
something is mystical about this place
sitting on the outskirts of town
with a bottle of cuervo and a switch-blade knife
found in a landfill here
in Las Cruces, New Mexico.
i am gringo
a white man
an outsider
i don't belong here
yet strangely i find inner peace
this is where the great spirit
wants me to be
talking to pueblo, navajo, and mexicans
their ancestors dance in the light of their eyes
they do not forget
the horrors perpetrated
by the white man
i am respected
but not accepted
they know i know the mystical realm
but they are on a higher plane
through stories shared
passed down through generations
from father to son
i yearn for this knowledge
to be a part of it
primitivism
ritual
peyote
strange mythologies
in this great land of peace.
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