The dead are the only people

to have permanent dwellings.

We, nomads of Revolution

Wander over the desolation of many generations

And are reborn on each other’s lips

To ride wild mares over unfathomable canyons

Heralding dawns, dreams and sweet desire.

Rita Mae Brown

Songs to a Handsome Woman

2nd Edition, 1973.

Baltimore, MD: Diana Press.

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