The mountains.
The curves of the Earth.
Body to hands.
Moving, turning, taunting, crashing.
With winded fingers weaving
Soft surfaces for breeding.
Hybrid minds with animal binds
In the complexities of our humane kinds.
Lively, with a colorful truth
Are a few spoken shades of grey.
Told only in stories
Are our provocative glories.
Here is a pencil; write a line
Unfold a memory of an ancestor's shrine.
Near to the future; moreover is a vision
A fire igniting
The pain of a decision.
Appearing is a book
Reflecting a soul's anonymous look.
This is spiritual breaking
We have hearts broken.
Awake now
We have awoken.
Behind us the eternal vault splits open
On our land we are running
Grounds of change are erupting
Life, a fast dream, jumps off the ledge
Once a child's prayer and pledge
Dear Self of the Future..
How do I teach myself to nurture?
To evolve with life.. the things left unsaid
The point matters only to finish the lead.
~ B
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