Homo Naledi -
welcome to my knowledge
I have my arches and
it was your gift
Your smaller brain,
has grown in me little big
The route to my
features passes through you
Your burial ground -
my birth place
In excavating your
body I am discovering myself
You strained your
fingers then, so I can write now
Am I your only
bequeathment? I am curious
Then I can know,
from here where do I go
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