My dreams are Gaelic/Celtic
yet when i return to Ireland-it is country/western
My old country had 300 Aboriginal (pre-us)-now barely 65
Pure blood tongue so hard to find-stories lost in the stream
I wake up sweating in American-Guanatanamo,Bagram ,waterboarding
Acronyms haunt -TSA,CIA,FBI,APD,AISD,FCC
I know there are alphabets i will never know
stories ancestors repeated long ago
so we would never forget Odysseys ,Great Wars,Armistice
Circles resurrect as in water with a haiku stone dropped
(Japanese printed occupation money/tortured my fathers)
(Turks machinegunned my grand fathers @Gallipoli)
(when i speak Vietnamese,it means restaurants,not conscription)
Tongues rattle dialects impelling flames and Buddha
Tibet chants(never in Chinese).Voices still calling-
to learn i must re-learn-ask questions of my dreaming
This is why i go to Libraries,sit with elders
ask them what this means!
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