"Dogs bark in the Himalayan night."
That is the state of these times.
Like the dogs of Constantinople, bound
And abandoned in their sacks.
Leather bound or vinyl -
Does it matter?
Like the voice of the Popol Vuh,
Lost histories eventually return as songs.
Dreams drift between the stars
And we creatures, burnt and ravaged,
Lumber toward the sea.
"Dogs bark in the Himalayan night."
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