MOKU KEAWE!
You are a man
Muscled and mangled
Spread between
The sparing sisters.
Their breasts
High peaks of ice and fire
Do not touch
Both will break you.
O Keawe, handsome chief
You know not to tempt their wrath
You know how to dance
Between cold flames!
Keawe nui, big chief
You are their treasured one
Strong enough to know
When to surrender.
Surrender to the sisters
They are beyond human
They are beyond time
They are beyond rules.
Moku o Keawe
This land erupts with possibility
This land swelters with song
Earthmoving rhythm,
Earthshaking knowing.
We rest easy on you.
Take what you must,
Spare us our breath.
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