We lie here in fields dreaming unseen and fondle ourselves forgetting ourselves. In intermittent flashes elegies come as summons as reminders of what it was like to be human whenever that was. What was it like to be human the commonest refrain one voice trailing another then the next amassing a cortege. Each voice every voice carries within it seeds from great distances. None of us have names. We are indivisible mergers without claim to singularity. None of us can be seen. Presences felt stirrings resonances in waves of voices drifting veiling overlapping. The waves amass tidal asking in white roars and muted grays What was it like to be human. None of us can recollect. Continuity of selves long gone we carry on as mergers allied to moving distances repeating again and again What was it like to be human echoing the call of every and all.