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

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