I dreamt I was immortal,

first resident of Earth,

Creator of mystery,

Witness to the dawn of worth.

I made great stone circles

I painted limestone walls,

spoke in tongues now lost,

and bathed beneath the falls.

But time hurried and brought new creatures to tame.

Couldn't be more different, even though we looked the same.

They demolished my landmarks,

They burned my manuscripts

Violated sacred places

and turned them all to crypts.

But mercifully I woke

before I got to grieve

the loss of what I'd had

before the birth of thieves

Still I feel older for it,

though only twenty five,

because one night while sleeping

I spent one million years alive

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