we walked briskly
past the foundation of this
ancient sanctuary
summoning secrets
without incantations
they were just our thoughts
of a time long ago
a time we didn't even know
when these still-lifed
wide-eyed
snarled-teeth
animals
that look like humans
were
not even produced by any genetic code
or cycle of reproduction
we strode on-ward into
what we know now as our present
which seems
more like the past
or
something not quite right
something which has been shifted
by much wiser eyes
dirt paths eaten by concrete
which hides a military base beneath
protecting the plotters need for control
staring to the sky our future
seems an unexpected hallucination
a
once great nation
has come now to this
adjusting to visions
and thoughts inserted into our beings
from where and why...
How can this be reality?
Is the next movement
our introduction to our true selves?