The habitants reclused in shelter in front of a comforting fire The moon smiling crescent blessings An effigy raised...burning bubbling with crisp memories of its former self Long forgottten, though saved in oral tradition Passed down from generation to generation In the warm nights filled with the aroma of salt near the ocean's edge Northern lights pulsating Metoer showers as the heaven speaks In proverbs A common quid pro quo Their minds opening excepting, receieving, in communion Along the stretched road into now excavated ruins Where once stood the Mighties Intelligent beings carving truth inside the human gene A truth mirroring thier own Thier likeness born to comfort thier loneliness Thier gift transforming beast into consciness Descendants have we become? Magnify oursleves under the right optics We see aliens in our own eyes Foreign lights penetrating from the deep darkness We may soon fathom as our true godsBirth sign: Aquarius
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