What is it
that carries through the blood
down through the channels
of time
the red rivulet that courses
through the vein
the font of ancestral wisdom
that hollows
in the deep passage
of the heart
makes us who we are
leads us
through a curtain of memory
a place
a circumstance
a time
the unknown known
of who we need to be.
~ Laurence Overmire
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