we are them

in a cave

she thought she made history rise over sunset

catching weaves of memories laced into DNA and chromosomes

descending bodies over centuries

the past melding into the future

the present chasing a different

tense

from where

whence

she came

ancestors rising

beyond the graves

of unearthed songs and dance

softly and gently

dancing and telling

stories in beauty

to purposeful chance

 

utopia-of-harmony

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