The Plan stood by the prophesized end mark
And shattered itself
As if to justify its means
Mind Abstract, saw four corners,
And placed them in a circle
New temperatures aware of rising altitudes
Dog Star Sirius held a hand up
Weaving inner and outer shapes
North Star, South star, East star, West
Within the River, above the crest
Sounds like a witch’s potion for… ? wondering..
You know those Lunar Lords
When they get together with the Solar Diva’s!
Solar and Lunar Lords whipping up magic
They are the toast of the galaxies and quite fun
To say the very least!
Their potions distracted the dream body’s appetite
And it curled up inside out
Tides would have to draw it out again
Some day; some time…
And whispers were held
Whispers that were cautiously patterned in size
That tried to be heard yet quietly wise
A symbol was released by the ancients of time.
And sunk into membranes and folds of our mind…