The Navajo Route to the Reincarnated

They won’t touch this place
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broken down on a mesa, lone place her heart longs to gravitate
quick last view after the blinding bluff

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her Gran Torino super skids into the Texaco station
quick last view after the blinding bluff
uproar of laughter from men in the back of a pick-up truck

her Gran Torino super skids into the Texaco station
sharp sweltering wake from dream drifting along miles of burnt earth
uproar of laughter from men in the back of a pick-up truck
exposed sparse cavities of jagged rock shot out of dead-lands

sharp sweltering wake from dream drifting along miles of burnt earth
he speaks softly to her in the hogan without his regalia
exposed sparse cavities of jagged rock shot out of dead-lands
caught eating peyote buttons that never touched her lips

he speaks softly to her in the hogan without his regalia
ancients dance in shifting shadows against candlelit space
caught eating peyote buttons that never touched her lips
her curves fall straight as his shadow hair grows down her shoulder blades

ancients dance in shifting shadows against candlelit space
road maps of time bridge lines across his desert face
her curves fall straight as his shadow hair grows down her shoulder blades
a screaming neon crucifix lights night on the grill off a trucker’s rig

road maps of time bridge lines across his desert face
broken down on a mesa, lone place her heart longs to gravitate
screaming neon crucifix lights night on the grill off a trucker’s rig
they can’t touch this place