What if our scars became songs?
The lyrics raising up civilizations?
What do you feel as the math of the universe tickles your palate?
What if the dragons and monsters,
Were really our allies,
In a war we never even noticed?
What if the ancestors were our mirrors?
What eyes to wear to the boardroom?
An uncle or a mother who last breathed when the world was young?
Could you turn our eyes to trouble?
Like money's mighty magic
An assault upon our "WE"
The grandmothers pass behind me.
I feel each hand
"Fear not the planting for the seeds know to grow."
Then, "The chaos grows the future from hand to hand we share the fires."
I see them burning
There is beauty infinite in the moment.
"Plant your feet firm. Reach down past grandfathers of stone,
past stories so cobwebbed they are but a breathe."
You know the rest - no need to go on reading.
"Put down the shame. Weave the voices together. Each one is a gift."
Hibernation 2021, Pehiw
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