I feel stomping inside my Sacrum
Strong thunders coming from far horizons
Distant drums
Hypnotizing rhythms
Banging deep at the bottom of my spine
Gods and Goddesses rising from the depth of cracking bones
Demanding my attention
Anacondas slithering their ways across the jungle
Hissing forgotten mantras
Coming from the darkness
Tired of injustice
Long gone warriors
Marching to reclaim their rightful territories
Pushing their way through infinite stories
Stored within vibrating pockets of quanta
Awakening ancestral memory
I hear them coming
They are getting closer every day.
