out where the night sky
if you could see it
would dazzle your eyes with stars
an old spirit
shrugs a tattered skin
with patches of fur gone
seeking a shred of warmth now
he who once was heat
remembers
dozens of shamen
who sought him for visions
for prophecies
for meaning in a mad and twisted world
remembers
the woman who shaped this coat for him
how he laughed when she brought it
but gave her everything she asked
recognizing the work gone into her gift
not ever predicting
not for all the foreknowledge they expected of him
years turning into decades
a century or more now
of being ignored
he dances on the mountainside
feels the earth shake again
hears the rockslide below
smiles
shrugs deeper into his coat
lets his eyes close
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