My Inner Voices

Sitting around a campfire
with my inner voices

knowing they were here
long before

my mind arrived
like a stranger
on this continent of thought

I watch the smoke rise,
hear the drums drumming
and gingerly pass the pipe.

“The Great Ego in Washington
wants peace,” I announce,

hoping they will all believe me.

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