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Along a dark river's edge a woman is spinning
swirling orange silks on cracking grounds.
In the house a man is rolling himself out of bed
He could be falling but really he is dying.
A stranger walks away, she could be dreaming
her scent on his hand she could be praying.

Nobody knows a woman is falling
Nobody knows where the love goes
Nobody knows where the dancer journeys

Today, the earth is shaking
Today, no need to move to travel
just stare through a glass window
so so much war inside
a horse does not want to be ridden no more.

Mother, can you hear me?
Nobody, nobody knows where the love goes.
I remember
the smell of wet fur, the mud on my skin
my flying body, my soaring soul if only you knew…

Horses Horses Horses
between my hand and your mouth
lies an uncrossed river.
The other side of you the other side of me
Here my friend share the fruit
bite the hunger out of my hand.
A handful blossoms
many springs flooding and fading.
Where does the love go?

Step by step a little closer
a foot on a fingertip feels the hunger.
A finger walks on delicate lips
whispering green leaves lifting, rolling,
asking the end of me the beginning of you...
the night in your eyes
the mud on my skin, the bark of a tree
the smell of pine needles on your unshaved skin.

"...about darkness...
the importance of darkness to our people, important to the
native people so they could escape their enemies. And all the
animals need the darkness to hide from us. Today that
darkness is used by a lot of creatures. Darkness rolls over the
Mother Earth from east to west, the day comes right after
that. That' how important darkness is."
"The Water Song"
Corbin Harney