My marrow flows
Like a gentle river
Through mine own time,
A fluid history,
One might conclude,
Of those who’ve gone before.
I’ve shed and I’ve gathered
And added to the score,
Pitching forward
To those yet to be,
This
All done blindly,
Save faith and fables
In the night,
No guide
By hand
Shows the way.
I feel the flavors
Of generations past,
I see them at times
In my dreams,
All nurtured are we
In this same pool of life,
Casting our signature
Within the grand matrix,
Which ties us all
Inevitably,
To one.
Simmers lightly
The marrow,
The primordial broth
Of man,
Ever defining
In our progressive seasons,
Our heritable character
Through time.
And so we weave
Through the millennia,
Not knowing with clarity
Our end,
But as we
Forever
Find singular identity,
So to,
With all humanity
We unite.
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Individuals, yet all united...so, so true! If only we could remember that in our actions as well.
Cryssa