images a testament to time
unreadable with my eyes
worn by the touch of a million smooth palms
something lost in the translation
let them show me how to be alive
in faded hues of darkest night
and the blood of their toils
I add my hand to others come before me
feel the link between my time and theirs
let me put myself in their footprints
feel a heartbeat in the stone
the beat of hearts set afire by the hunt
hearts racing with fear
pigments staining their fingers and faces
recording the losses and triumphs
of a people who were truly alive
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