Mohenjo Daro
by Michael Lohr

there is movement afoot in the primeval places once more,

ripples now appearing in the meandering streams of the star firmament,

the stirring of an understanding long thought lost,

falls from the tongues of the solar angels of the Chaldees,

the once faded shadows of the dark monolith's triune rising,

in the remotest and most ancient of times or was it yesterday?