Awake.
Shake dreams from your hair
my pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your daythe day's divinit
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose they croon the Ancient Ones
the time has come again
choose now, they croon
beneath the moon beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Ghosts crowd the young child’s,
Fragile eggshell mind
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
everything is broken up and dances.
Indians scattered,
On dawn's highway bleeding