the way we came

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The Crossroads
   a place where ghosts
   reside to whisper into
   the ear of travelers &
   interest them in their fate

Hitchhiker drinks:
"I call again on the dark
   hidden gods of the blood"

-Why do you call us?
 You know our price. It
 never changes. Death of
 you will give life
 & free you from a vile
 fate. But it is getting late.

-If I could see you again
 & talk w/ you, & walk a
 short while in your company,
 & drink the heady brew
 of your conversations,
 I thought

-to rescue a soul already
 ruined. To achieve respite.
 To plunder green gold
 on a pirate raid & bring
 to camp the glory of old.

-As the capesman faces
 poisoned horns & drinks
 red victory; the soldier,
 too, w/ his trophy, a
 pierced helmet; shuddering
 his way into inward grace

- laughter) Well then. Would
 you mock yourself?

-No.

-Soon our voices must become
 one, or one must leave.


- Morrison