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21 " I can't do anythingbut talk to the wind,to the moonbut cry out goddamn goddamnto stonesand to other deathless voicesthat I hope will carryus all through. "
― Joy Harjo , She Had Some Horses
22 " and this achethis trembling achehaunts me endlesslylike you. "
23 " I release you, fear, because you holdthese scenes in front of me and I was bornwith eyes that can never close. "
24 " But you must have grown out ofa thousand years dreamingjust like I could never imagine you.You must have broke open from another skyto here, becausenow I see you as a part of the millions ofother universes that I thought could never occurin this breathing.And I know you as myself, traveling.In your eyes alone are many colonies of starsand other circling planet motion. "
25 " These are the ice horses, horseswho entered through your head,and then your heart,your beaten heart.These are the ones who loved you. They are the horses who have held youso close that you have becomea part of them,an ice horsegalloping into fire. "
26 " something echoesall forgotten dreams "
27 " VisionThe rainbow touched down'somewhere in the Rio Grande,'we said. And saw the light of itfrom your mother's house in Isleta.How it curved down between earthand the deepest sky to give us horsesof colorhorses that were within us all of this timebut we didn't see them becausewe wait for the easiest vision to save us.In Isleta the rainbow was a crackin the universe. We saw the barestof all life that is possible.Bright horses rolled overand over the dusking sky.I heard the thunder of their beatinghearts. Their lungs hit airand sang. All the colors of horsesformed the rainbow,and formed uswatching them. "
28 " What I Should Have SaidThere's nothing that says you can'tcall. I spend the weekdays teachingand moving my children from breakfastto bedtime. What else, I feel like a traitortelling someone else things I can't tellto you. What is it that keeps us together?Fingertip to fingertip, from Santa Feto Albuquerque?I feel bloated with what I should sayand what I don't. We drift and drift, withfew storms of heat inbetween the motions.I love you. The words confuse me.Maybe they have become a cushionkeeping us in azure sky and in flightnot there, not here.We are horses knocked out with tranquilizerssucked into a deep deep sleeping for the comfortand anesthesia death. We are caught betweenclouds and wet earthand there is no motioneither wayno lifeto speak of. "
29 " Sometimes it is likefacing the dreamerwho knows the youof blood and stars— "
30 " We get franticin our loving.The distance between Santa Fe and Albuquerqueshifts and changes.It is moments;it is years.I am next to youin skin and bloodand then I am not.I tremble and graspat the edges ofmyself; I let gointo you. "
31 " There is a fieldof talking bloodthat I have not been ableto reach,not even with knives,not yet. "
32 " Istudy and read poems and try to putmyself in them. "
33 " I am alwaysin danger. "
34 " But your half-grinis the only image that comes clear.All the words lead to that "
35 " Or maybe you are my own lifescheming desperately to climb back in. "
36 " Her escape is my own.I tell her, yes. Yes. We rideout for breath over the distance.Night air approaches, the gallopingother-life.No sound.No sound. "
37 " These are the ones who escapeafter the last hurt is turned inward;they are the most dangerous ones. "
38 " There are still ancient symbolsalive "
39 " You have paid the cover charge thousands of times overwith your livesand now you are afraidyou can never get out. "
40 " Alive. This music rocksme. I drive the interstate, watch faces come and go on eitherside. I am free to be sung to;I am free to sing. This womancan cross any line. "