Howling Proto-Sapiens,
Reaching for the moon,
As we teach them,
In their simple ways,
Where they will go,
When the future takes hold,
And they gave on us, As messengers,
From some inconceivable “God”,
Carrying on our stories,
In their archaic tongs,
So when we return,
We hardly understand them.
Prophecies they call them,
And we laugh.
Reaching for the moon,
As we teach them,
In their simple ways,
Where they will go,
When the future takes hold,
And they gave on us, As messengers,
From some inconceivable “God”,
Carrying on our stories,
In their archaic tongs,
So when we return,
We hardly understand them.
Prophecies they call them,
And we laugh.
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