We coexist with the colourful civilizations beneath us
While we may be above, and tell ourselves we are ahead
While we may unlearn the ways we left behind
While we may believe what's past is passed
Our everyday existence depends on what it brought us
We coexist with the souls from the old soil
And they trail us and make their way back to our families as our own brood
Souls older than ours and the
Babies who look like old men are reminders of then
We coexist with the comfort of the wisdom that came before us
The farmers who only ever dutifully tilled the lands, their only dopamine hit the abundance of the harvest
The mothers who only ever delighted in the all-consuming unthanked for labour of childcare
The early astronauts who knew the importance of of looking up
And the very first archaeologists who knew to uphold what's buried deep down
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