Tuesday, June 09, 2009
 | Its muggy and hot in this mud hut and no breeze to cool me. Dark but for the light that slides its way in through palm leaves. Dirty floor is damp where I stand as the sweat pours off of me. Smoke fills the room as the grass is burned and drawn inward. Painted faces surround me as they dance in and out of the fog. Chants in a dialect I do not know cover the full range of tone. Heads dressed in flamboyant attire that garners intimidation. A small pit filled with embers puff free heat that radiates out. My jeans soaked and stick barely able to keep away my chaps. Leather boots don’t move as my world spins inside my head. Spurs quiet and still with no prodding to be done right now. The hat upon my head exchanged for the feathers and leathers. My nude chest glistens in the open as the moisture flows fast. The draw into my lungs ever present as my eyes finally open. Sinking quick I look at my surrounding as to remember it all. To wake in a pasture, my horse standing at the wait for me. Hat returned to my head while my mind will never be wrong. |
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