I'm have sen this arrowhead before I know
Mayby about fifteen hundred years ago
I chipped it myself where the creek used
to flow.
I remember this mound when it was deep
in the wood.
With my temple on top so immaculated
it stood
Thoough it schrinksin this city it still
feels good
I've heard that cry before in the Sky
The mighty eagle soaring so high
I look up and smileas he winks his eye
These visions hit me straight to the marrow
The past shoots through me like the
swiftest arrow
For the past flow deeper as the future
gets swallow
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