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ON SUCH DAYS

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Nobody knows who I am or what I do. Not even I.

Don Juan Matus in Journey to Ixtlan by Carlos Castaneda

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ON SUCH DAYS

by

Jamie Dedes

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On such days we come crashing at the rough edges

of narrow channels and wide open oceans till we are

caught between moon-sight and sun-gold distortions,

fickle changelings of dark and light and shadows

pregnant with dream demons and wicked illusions

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How successfully we manage to precipitate chaos in the

hoary hibernation of our soul’s winter, denying the warmth

of our own voice and the god-awful finiti of our bodies,

So here we are, sleep-walking our rocky, rebel road and

serving our spiny poetry like Don Juan his peyote buttons

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10 thoughts on “ON SUCH DAYS”

  2. “denying the warmth

    of our own voice and the god-awful finiti of our bodies,”

    When I can tolerate it, I have pondered the purpose of our having minds that acceptably stay where ever they are comfortable as our bodies take off downhill like there’s no connection.

    Thanks, Jamie. May we frequently rise above such days. With grace and regalia.

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