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
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