S/He who walks between worlds, Tekahionwake
S/He who looks out for t(he)i(r) own advantage, always
Deacon of death, despair, and deception
Innocent, ignorant
Came by on Columbus Day with her hat/whistle/rattle/rattling like a chime of collagen and calcium for a party in a shawl of gold-lined silk suit and tie to watch the news with me on my colour television home computer
Casual, childlike, chaotic
While the First Nation lies low
Who prays for them?
Who doesn't pray for them?
The very people who insisted they were trying to save them
How does one discover America
If we've always had an America,
If the people living on that land already had a name for it and that name is not America
Trickery isn't the art of darkness, but of those who say they fight for the light
These thoughts with scraggy tails/tales
Time is no line; it circles around itself chasing that tail/tale
We paw through the past for the "truth," but the past is present in the present
past = present
Orderliness =/= objective
There is no one "truth," all of them are lies.
S/He who walks between worlds, TekahionWAKE UP
S/He who looks out for t(he)i(r) own advantage, always
Deacon of death, despair, and deception
Ignorant, not innocent
Came by on Columbus Day, no hat/whistle, all rattle
crying.
About the Creator
Wen Xiaosheng
I'm a mad scientist - I mean, film critic and aspiring author who enjoys experimenting with multiple genres. If a vial of villains, a pinch of psychology, and a sprinkle of social commentary sound like your cup of tea, give me a shot.
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