A trend line flowing through my scattered dreams
Can only be understood by shamen
Casting into the long-ago-way-back
When the Gods walked, giving life to the streams.
I hear them move, the ancestral people
Who walked the lines, danced, sang, and healed the seams
Between reality and the Dreamtime.
Visions drawn from impossible extremes
Flood through my mind as I’m thrown back to then
To follow these brothers on their sidetrack.
Armed now, I know these are no mere daydreams.
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