hypno regression

I spend every day

walking my stone circle

& nights here in my cloak

watching the stars & moon

waiting for the signs to come

sky to change

from these I tell the farmers

when to plant

hunters to go out & succeed

feed the tribe

as the deer migrate

fish rise in the river

when the village has to harvest crops & fruits

the time to slaughter cattle for winter

the omens to prepare against attack

which clan younglings are born into

& in finality for some

where when & how they will be buried

& the price to be paid

for all of these

is to live

be alone

feared

if revered

always alone

unless sage advice

warnings from the gods

words to the wise are sought

& then I am abandoned

until needs arise again

this too is written

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