By Night’s Stream

I am closer to my forefathers
Than my father was

They have shared their secrets
with me, alone

By the side of the night’s
cascading stream course

And through the glowing bed
of the fire’s coals

And the erie cry of eagles
soaring high above.

And I for my part have studied
their whispers

Practiced their skills
Absorbed their secrets

And for this, I am now unique
For I alone have shed technology

And let it slip away and I am
the better for this

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