Gifted at the ancient craft

Gifted with the ancient, long-forgotten craft

We take flight

We see the shadows on the other side of the mirror

In a world that has lost its concept of that mirror

Still, instinct is awake, and somehow, ancestral memory is reborn through spontaneous perception.

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Talented at an ancient art

In yet another era of insanity

The stage is finally set

And the setting repeats and repeats.

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For this too … is memory?

Other times are still speaking, just as the dead are still talking, the losses, what was lost we still seek (in the future), the simultaneous polyphony of the present, and wholeness across time, the healing of the roots, the drawing of the circle that cuts through all these parallel worlds and also into death we still seek.

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