Weavers gather in the spurious storm
independent individuals bring
insightful empathy. We create form
with wizardry. Touching each wound, we sing
not to replace; we’re casting the net wide
beyond the times and spaces where we live.
We’re hurling brand new stars into our skies
resolving that each fractal, reclaimed, gives
this power to the races trained to lie
in abject servitude. Wake and be strange.
Meander in the woodsy places. Fly
with dragons. Overnight the planet’s changed.