The Drum

Scared skin

 Ancestral songs

As hands dances  upon 

Eternity

Beating out rhythms

Of  ancients lullabies

 Swinging from loud to soft 

Bursting slaps 

Creates lightning strikes

While harmonious tones  that put us in a trance 

We begin the dance of life 

Moving from slow to fast 

Pounding endlessly on scared skins 

Communicating 

In 

Polyrhythms

As the sun glare down upon the Skin

Speaking in tongues

No words  can match 

From Love to rage 

As it  beats out 

Universes of sound 

Conjuring spirits

That echos the past 

Present and future

 a

Timeless machine

That awaits the traveler 

Who has the skills to go in

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