The Weaver System

A howl runs on glistering tethers
That hold this utopia
Shadowed on vast lilac fields
Returns again as light from afar

Here the weavers discovered paradise
Created and immortalized their bonds
No fear of night
Erected heavenly armory
The weavers erased their parasites
Denied the politics of I
Saw with higher light
That flows continuous undefined

I am witnessing a death where thought and speech prevails
Above the whispered solar crosswind
Free to access all worlds
Gently sways the Garganey

Above the whispered solar crosswind
Glazed with cosmic rays
The old world so far away and now
Before we forget, we must build a passage from starlight to firelight

Here the weavers discovered paradise
Created and immortalized their bonds
No fear of night
Erected heavenly armory
The weavers erased their parasites
Denied the politics of I
Saw with higher light that flows eternally

What is lost, recovered
All is lost when uncovered