a poem by jean stoller


I be-longing, I do
For kindred legacies
Of which I'm un-to

Circles of ancestors
Calling by drum
Tribal raptures, vibrating bone

Fire dancing rituals
Pulling through time
Beating hearts connecting new lines

Primitive remembering
Retraced in these cells
Dimensional migrations into future foretell

by Jean Stoller

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