Legend tells stories
we live
not in here and now.
Held in awe together,
grasping fact from fiction.
Once there lived a talesman,
a minstrel, a bard
intent on spinning chance found threads
into brilliant yarn.
Absorbing salient essence
ingested and exhaled, marking as a trail.
When mystic winds call to far-flung
shores, sailing outward, spreading,
infecting whole populations to evermore
clamor for bits of enamored soul
to capture, to hold for warmth.
Listen, o’ children, o’ brethren.
Ancestors enduring burdened journeys,
tuned weary steps to songs
of battle and adventure.
Our grails, our tasks,
our rhythms can be our own.

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