Untitled

through the mist of race and gender differentials....
beyond any models of equality.....
somewhere on the spinning ground beneath the whirling devotee.....
in the dampened sound of his drum....
and thumping of his feet....
spinning heads invoking the Second one......
in the smoke colliding and rising in thinned air...
encircling and enveloping all forms within...
within the chantings of a thousand specters....
rise the green one...
bearded, sweaty....
and dancing....