Don't you think it's a lot curious
That our earliest ancient families
Who lived so close to the starry worlds
Went to all that trouble to leave behind
These circular temples of stone
As if our species started out
With a great store of intimate wisdom
That slowly deteriorated over time
So now we dismiss them as primitive
But how could those stones stand up
Without schools of deep awareness
Behind them without knowledge
Of the secrets of life in carvings
That slip from their hands to ours
Still struggling to comprehend
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