The Voices
I carry the lives of my fathers before me,
I carry the thoughts of my ancestors far,
I carry the Voices, so loud and so stormy,
I carry the Voices, souls shining like stars.
My cells are my own, and also my mothers',
my cells are my own, but my fathers' are there,
my cells are my own, but the debt that I owe
to my fathers and mothers will never be square.
My mind is an ocean, with depths full of mystery,
with islands of consciousness, trenches so dark,
Inside of this ocean I hold all of history,
the Voices of dolphins, the Voices of sharks.
I live on an island, afloat on the ocean,
I swim through the surface, afloat on a thought,
I dive through the shallows, in search of a notion,
I pick up a pearl, an idea oyster-wrought.
And one of these days, when I've heard all the Voices
I'll know how the ocean is shaped in its bed,
and when I have done this, I'll then make my choices,
for then I will know that my doubting is dead.
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