I hear her eyes
fall on the color spectrum Some
Where between
Chartreuse and Infrared and
the sight of them can
cause a man to delve in the psy-
che of The Woodland People that once
inhibited(sic)
The Anti-Mountains of The Great Plains.
These builders of civilization conquered
the internal uprising against
The Dying of Light and those
eyes reminded a modern man of those
times past when
hunter/gather's(sic)
were seduced by the Native
American version of
Medussa(sic)
and to gaze upon the iris caused
one to cry and recall a fetus
inside the womb of Sacajawea
and the celebration of life and afterbirth that
flowed into The Mighty Mississippi
Ohh So Many years ago.
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- "Seeing that before long I must confront humanity with the most difficult demand ever made of it, it seems indispensable to me to say who I am. Really, one should know it, for I have not left myself "without testimony." But the disproportion between the greatness of my task and the smallness of my contemporaries has found expression in the fact that one has neither heard nor even seen me. I live on my own credit; is it perhaps a mere prejudice that I live? ... I need only to speak with one of the "educated" who come to the Upper Engadine for the summer, and I am convinced that I do not live ... Under these circumstances I have a duty against which my habits, even more the pride of my instincts, revolt at bottom, namely, to say: Hear me! For I am such and such a person. Above all, do not mistake me for someone else!" - Nietzsche, Ecce Homo
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