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Salvaging The Gift

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Claartje’s countenance casts quartzite crests

Like white sands shifting capped with roseate clefts.

Coyote’s leading us to the precipice

Where the Yerba-buena shines with awareness.

Shivering proximity in the chaparral wastes

Alabaster lustre ‘neath vermill-gold cascades.



We all saw faces in the shadows of the moon,

Pareidoliac penumbras resolving too soon.

When we consensualize the visages we’ve seen,

We’ve yoked our will to language, we’ve polished out a crease.

Oh, Ome-hey , Ome,
Ometeotl.



The Golden Arrow’s laughter arcs

Tracing the Black Eagle’s rise

The murder Ravens cackle all night

While the Horse-Tail sways so slight.

The Lil’ Deer’s tans her hide,

The Aloe soothes the burns away.

Maguey spines,

Darken the roots of the Marakame’s sage.



Ome-hey, Ome-hey

Ometeotl



Indecipherable twin ice dwarfs revolve behind her sphere.

In pearly peals of laughter, she magnifies your fear.

Opalescent shimmers traverse the effulgent mask

Concealing adumbration to assuage you from your task.



Serpent’s intertwining in the embrace of the wind,

Ancestral dust ascending erodes away our sin.

IF we contextualize the currents we feel;

We’ve turned our backs on nature, we’ve removed the seal.



Oh, Ome-hey, Ome

Ometeotl



The Black Arrow’s crashing fall

Interweaves with the Golden Eagle’s flight.

The Murder Raven’s cackle all night

Whilst the Thunder-Clap dies.

The Water-Drum speaks

In the Red Bird’s grasp,

Medecina’s surging

To evade the Turtle’s clasp.



Ome-hey Ome-hey

Ometeotl



Claartje’s countenance casts quartzite crests

Like white sands shifting capped with roseate clefts.

Coyote’s leading us to the precipice

Where we can dance and sing in timeless bliss

Opalescent shimmers traverse the effulgent mask

Concealing adumbration, to assuage us from our task.



We all saw faces in the shadows of the moon,

Pareidoliac penumbras resolving too soon.

When we consensualize the visages we’ve seen,

We’ve yoked our will to language, we’ve sacrificed a tree.



Ome-hey, Ome,

Ometeotl.

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from Salvaging The Gift, released November 30, 2021

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Crowyote is the alter-ego, the other of Perry Brooks Nichols, an artist and musician based in Dallas, TX. In 2003, an ancient shaman guided him through the portal of time and showed him his nature through the smoke. I seek to clear the fog, shatter stylistic modalities and challenge the accepted conventions of performance, execution and technique by juxtaposing new technology and old traditions. ... more

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