"Passeridae, the years tick by
in circles, tallies,
panning out.  Then hands

of Time, come cupping Chance,
in footprints through
these ancient grounds.

Weave your Way back
to the seed -the infinitesimal
part be seeked.  Dae,

awaken, you are
a spark, born of
a brilliant sum."

-The Oracle of Passeridae

THE WEAVE:

Lilith whispers a secret

down the Well, to Moonie’s

reflection…

"'One day we will find
ourSelves in an Open
Field.  Hair grown

long, and All
our wounds healed.
A Sea of Open

Hearts under the Moon
-Lit Sky, but until
then, I'll be right

Here, just as I am.'


-Adam's weave, not mine.
It is a chorus that still
swims through my mind,
from Age to Age.

I usually toss it overboard, but
I'm giving it to you, Moonie, this
Time.  It was the chorus of Rose
-Wood Heart, when it was

just us two, who sang it.
And the song changed, like All
songs do -unless they're frozen
recordings, Lived Once,

or Lived too many
Times.  I make to unmake, but
the Hidden Chorus Harmony seems
to be keeping Time with me

and mine, and so it is."