the rhythmic tap of hard leather on polished stone
a transference of energy from heel to mid sole
inert sounds generated from
an empty echo reverberates then quickly starts to fade
then again the next shoe strikes stone
starting the sequence once more
An arrhythmic pulse infused with urgent restraint,
always corners to turn, wide expanses to traverse, doors to open,
So much distance between answers.
Medusa bones must lie here within these walls
buttressed serpents emerge from granite spires
a concert of gently measured notes playing with the stained light
turning flesh into rock
stilling forever the heart
a siren's song, a protective sight
the scream of silence reverberates.
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Mabel McKay • Cache Creek Pomo Doctor and Weaver
"Do you know how babies are born?"
"Like this, the spirit follows the parents for two years before it is born. It follows, watching. It knows everything. Even when it is born it knows everything. Until it starts walking, talking. Maybe a year old. Then it forgets, falls apart what it knows.
'Then, you know, it starts learning again. If the person gets old, REAL old, it will be all together again. In between is what you call living."
"Like this, the spirit follows the parents for two years before it is born. It follows, watching. It knows everything. Even when it is born it knows everything. Until it starts walking, talking. Maybe a year old. Then it forgets, falls apart what it knows.
'Then, you know, it starts learning again. If the person gets old, REAL old, it will be all together again. In between is what you call living."
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