Before the time of moon and tides

giants walked the steaming swamps
and shadows followed
whether by sunlight, moon
or darkness
before the time of men and after
just beyond the boundary,
at the mystical edge, between the worlds
behind the trees, and the boulders in the river
ethereal phantoms appear  briefly
then slip away rushing before the light,
reminders of those that wait in the night
huddled in caves, sitting next to fire
chanting the shaman’s dreams

giving the illusion of protection

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