In the Realm of Prophecy and Shamans

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When first you get to meet new people, males

Or females, first you get to know new things,

You place them in your ignorance, lift veils

And look for knowledge.  Meeting new ones brings

A Braille-like challenge as you touch raised dots

But cannot really see the skin with hair,

The hair on upper lips.  Like casting lots

In ancient caves away from life’s despair,

Your furred up inner heart prefers to hope

That this one will reveal a future love

Among the stalactites so you can grope

In darkness towards the deities above.

  Perhaps some stains of shapes along the stone

    Of walls or roof will answer to your groan.

© Phillip Whidden