Ancients

a thousand sheddings of my skin finally brought me into the trajectory of the maze zooming between humanity's haze ancients call to me wanting to be set free to fly along the wind to swim in the azure sea rising from my soul they scream for release in my blood they flow the ancient songs of old I brave their feircesome cold to step where they have stepped a millena ago primal drumbeats deafen me all around their ghosts I see rising from death's black sea imparting their wisdom to those who seek (C)MJR