Hissing.
A shadows rolls back.
In the future, a past will recede,
And ancient forms
rise from a shadowy tomb.
History is born again,
And living lands
are committed to memory.
Ears pop and bones sublime.
Is it time travel
To come to the present
Out of our own past?
or a catching up?
Days tick
and somehow the past
gets closer.
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