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The Shaman by L-Inque, literature
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The Shaman
He smells of incense Spice and harvest feast And of memory Lost to all but time Itself the woods of autumn An elk calls in the clearing Where once horses grazed And the convalescent slept Insight of snowcapped peaks Now stands this palace Of an unwise age The mountains blotted out In the name of commerce Though many feel his presence I alone greet him Welcome his impressions Collect them in his honor To carry alone Into the uncertain future © L. L. Kelly Poetry 2016