At ancient teal dawn,
We fashion and hone
Our stone arrow heads
In hopes of fire festival feasts,
Or circle victory yelps.
Aquatic plants mingle and
Merge with our insights,
Spawning strength and
Renewal of life.
As time wanders on,
Those arrow-points sharpen
Our sights for flight,
As pink laser lights
Cut the space between us.
Momentum reels us
Afloat in legions of
Deepened blue shadows,
Coursing earth and water.
Progressions unfold
Technologies and destinies.
The constellations,
Finding our intertwined,
Vascular anatomy,
Now pulse light and sound
In vibrant fresh harmonies,
So that we again remember
Our birth.