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I wonder how long you´ve 
greeted the day with
fire breaths and stretch
pants.
     Looking out from the 
     ruined buildings like
          the Inca, the
            Gods over the 
                  city.
      Calling on whatever
      forces necessary
         to fill your
       blood with movement.
       In a place that 
       turns muscles to
         Stones.    and
         Stones to tourist
         attractions.

                Everything
          about you stands
            out in this  
                          landscape
             a flower amongst
the 
    rubble,
            movement
                    amongst
             the packed
                    Earth.
             And though each
               gesture seems
             in synchronicity,
       choreographed
                   dancing,
 y0ur socks 4re
        D1fferent col0rs

   Yogic Madness