Before there were words
There was the body
A language of touch and heat

Before there were laws
There was instinct
Refined with each heart’s beat

Before there were maps
There were communities
Their boundaries drawn by feet

Before there were banks
There was still exchange
Of necessities and treats

But now the most deep human patterns
Have transformed into dangerous chains
We must break them, and quickly

We live in our imaginations
Try to make our constructed lives real
We will dream precious dreams of ‘before’
And wait for it to be reborn again

Photo by Gert Stockmans on Unsplash