can move slabs of sandstone into pyramids, if we want them to. For what pyramid was builtwithout the thought of worshipingforms, in the sky world, thesemortal dreams, these prayers ofthe unearthed, dismembered dreams,annihilated, rapturously cleansedby the invisible drumming of a shaman. George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such […]
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