Poem: Shamans

The future is behind me
I see, I know

The clock sinks into the bog
Too fast, too slow

Time is a warped string
Just let it go

He numbered every hair
Gifts to bestow

Life entirely preordained
Fire all aglow

Fields of karmic weeds
You reap, you sow

Your past prepared you
Drama, a show

A ship on a tidal wave
You swim, you row

The tree of life shimmers
Like a rainbow

Who to believe?
A raven? A crow?

Shamans everywhere
Look out below

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( C ) 2015 Cronin Detzz

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