Legends

 

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My heart is an alien on a journey

Through a forest of giants 

I walk slowly following eroded tracks

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With our monuments we copy the giants of the nature

trying to catch the wonders in our legends

searching our place in it

 

Histories shift through generations 

An ancient sense of place revealing

fantastical explanations of unimaginable formations

 

From core of earth to last star of the galaxy

A sacred geometry imbues secret power

I get vertigo looking through a microscope

 

I weave my roots into the universe

And I ask myself

Is there a point at which the story ends and life begins?

 

Our collective conscious neverending,

These deciphered truths shifting, dissolving, unfolding in time

Movement transports us and embodied words enfold memory.