We shed a thousand futures In the blink of an eye and make strength of moulted hide We are scaffold and wire

for fragments found to make armour In defense of now Burning music echoes through us One strike upon the earth's drum May ellicit the sound Releasing all tension But what if the ocean could be soothed into declension? You would find me spearfishing, At the water's edge prowling, Or the lip of the moon Under the crowning gaze of stars See the arrowhead glistening from afar And know that it is sharp Sharp enough to carve the mind Of any creature to its cause For those who will beckon the multitude Feel the shift of planets to their source Hear such footfall made quake The cosmos in tremble A new march to which we All one day assemble On the bridge in cusp Of night and dawn.