after the gods have fallen asleep
but their messengers remain awake
the way the moon remains alight
merely a memory of the sun
and even now where you are sitting
where the first trees once swayed
where the great performances
of dancing and music and song
lifted bodies a little from the earth
now a deep listening sets in
and from the star-lit dark descends
the warmth and stillness
of a birthing self within
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