Mark of the Djinn
By Indi Riverflow | March 25, 2013
When I walk into the wind
My hat won’t fly off
I am the eternal presence of air
I am the mad driver
Jumping cliffs on a dare
I am wind-whipped voices
Vaulting visceral visages
Painting invisible silhouettes
Across perceptual ridges
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Climb the peak you were born to scale
Cross the ocean you came here to sail
Cut-rate discounts on holy grails
We’re only in it to help blaze the trail
The secret is there isn’t one
We’re woven into every wild yarn spun
We may not be mastered
Our treasure is free
Wish at your own hazard
For downsides can be tough to see
Plenty of spirits for us all to drink
That bottle of Djinn holds more than you think
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We’ll tend to lend color to your grey
And flavors to your mythic buffets
But art is just another part we play
When the game is old we just go away
And let our echoes have their say
Dependable as those bells ringing in a new day
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