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That time I stepped out And felt a pull deep inside As ancients drew my breath, Asked not to neglect their presence These ghosts of ages past These ancestral spirits I knew before my birth A past Past All memories Muscle snd bone memories Formed but not informed A peculiar déjà vu. Were these to be my late counsel? Guiding me, cleansing me As I traversed this new path? I know them awhile Assailing me for dismissing them then. I shout to them as winter approaches. That I wasn’t ready… It took all my strength To lift my arm And wave goodbye.
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Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 4:01 PM UTC
The Glen Before Colmcille
That time I stepped out And felt a pull deep inside As ancients drew my breath, Asked not to neglect their presence These ghosts of ages past These ancestral spirits I knew before my birth A past Past All memories Muscle snd bone memories Formed but not informed A peculiar déjà vu. Were these to be my late counsel? Guiding me, cleansing me As I traversed this new path? I know them awhile Assailing me for dismissing them then. I shout to them as winter approaches. That I wasn’t ready… It took all my strength To lift my arm And wave goodbye.
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Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 4:01 PM UTC
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