AWAKE AMID ANCESTRAL DREAMS

Lights above us
We can not see
What’s under foot
We do not feel
As we tread about blindly
In ever decreasing circles

Awake amid ancestral dreams
We despoil their gifts
And carry away only trinkets
From over-abundant treasuries
With no concept that they
Us see
Or hope that we they
Will ever hear

Asleep among ancestral bones
We dream no dreams and leave only
Shallow marks upon the walls of Time
Awake Amid Ancestral Dreams
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