Oft my Heart Memory Wanes

Oft my heart memory wanes
          Of the paintings in the Cave
          Of two prayer sticks, two snakes born
          Of the mating of Night and Wave

Oft I leave my Mother Tomb
          To journey in dark and fright
          To return to my birth womb
          To rekindle sacred light

Oft I sit, absorbing All
          The tears of air, breath of stone
          The blood of crimson soil
          The rebirth of fire and bone

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