Applying fresh layers
of war paint
Ancient ones
In whom we are formed…
Battle armor…
Inspired by the stars
Fashioned from fallen stones…
Of distant space beyond …this time
Fallen from the skies
Finding us, here...
Now
As such, there is no accident
About this…
About these crossroads
About us…
Seen
among the stars
Savage, strong Relentless
in its pursuit Of its destiny
Somehow in a timeless sense
Connecting, with us as spiritual beings
Beyond our most distant thoughts
furthest dreams…
Sharp, bold Sun…
Spins as its place in the universe,
Like our own image
Fits perfectly Upon its heavenly throne…
Pride dignity Made
without a doubt. Here
We have, taken in stride
With glorious histories of our own,
Although, largely unspoken
Songs of the ancients
Fills the atmosphere
Coming from High up above
War chants
Chain lightning, touching
Both Near and far…
In the array of spiritual beings
Assembled to task
We are ready
To rise and be counted
War drums
Heard from a distance
So You’d never see them coming
until they're already here
Blood soldiers
Assembled, to the task
Sending aloft
Clouds of sound
Visions, created
in the air
Ancient beats
Operators of the equipment
Talk each, in turn
folding rhythms around
leaping up
tumbling down
Each pause, the cue
For another to take the lead
Planting seeds
Launch series, of notes
As the drummers circle
Expounds upon each new theme
Each new leaps into being
Carries it around
As the lion carries
a fresh kill…
Roaring, with pride
As if, saying tonight we will eat
Tomorrow we will sleep
Takes each round to new heights
Reaches New ground
Starts it smoking
Sets it afire
Faster…
Further… deeper…
Wider each beat dipping deeper
Interactions maximize
Expand …and contract
Talking, back and forth
Rhythms of blues,
So profound
Somewhere days cast aloft
Carried upon the winds,
Like the first Signs of light
Of the day
Like the thunder
of the terrifying storms
We hear as children
Songs from
The beginning of life
Heartbeats
War drums
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