 When an ancestor crosses over from the wild to the so called civilized world, what do you say? This reptilian dispatch carries a wisdom so ancient and primeval, transcendental and otherwordly. And it is all so imminent and immediate. A sudden intrusion as I prepare myself for crossing into a new year. You made me kneel to face you, to catch you eye to eye. I was in your way and you were in my way. I was determined not to let you go, less you bless me. |  Childhood memories of “forced” labour run deep. And when we find the thing that makes our memories so tangible and real, we have to roll it home and make it our own. |
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