And constellations reel their predictive matrices
Above the myriad minds in sleep set free
Hydrad haunts the slate roof skyline
Full moon feral the calling of her ancestral mothers
To set the world to rights
In increments of feathers
And dreams of stars and swirling galaxies of peace
Compose great symphonies in ether mist
Individual notes picked out insemiotic
And thread together necklaces for ancestral mothers
To set the world to rights
In jigsaw pieces pondered
And falling yet through floors of splintered silence
Mind meanderers spread their mattress arms
Embrace the morning rituals unthought
And wide-eyed wash away the fears of ancestral mothers
To set the world to rights
In menial tasks of civil duty
November 2009
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