No shaman for me.
Unlike you, rich seeker,
I can’t afford pay-for-view visions.
No dream catcher for me.
Unlike you, pow-wow tourist,
I am clumsy with my elusive dreaming.
No bow, no arrow, not even a kinfe.
Unlike you, Injun great-grandchild,
I know what a good investment a gun can be.
No long hair, no leather, no…
no. Stop, friend, and I will too. I’m dying
from ensuring that I am not your fantasy.
Dark Matter 
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