Time Keeper

The skin of the drum is smooth like mine
A hand glides across it, and my heart beats faster
There is a rhythm in who I am
Something ancient

Summoned with a touch
The base of a palm
Fingertips

They take me away
Place my heels in dreamscapes
Where I have lived a thousand times
Birthed and buried
While the bara played

In the distance
The horizon opens its arms
Tucks me into reflective ripples

The drum keeps time
Its skin as smooth as mine

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