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
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