Of the sun god, as a blue afternoon
Gets its last molten
Gold into the field
So we are Lords
Bringing in the codes
From crow messaging, live oak electrics,
The telepathy that every horse commands.
Much has gotten in the way of what we say,
Too much burning at the stake
To warn the goddesses away from magic
And keep the sky safely behind bars
With hanged Maggies and barrel-drowned Matildas
Who'd talked about their property rights,
The rage the truth still had at being silenced,
The yoke because someone had to serve.
It put a lot of Yee Haw into us
But now it's go time
To cast off every chastity harness
As the unveiling brings like the sun
An opening to what you can do
With this knowledge, with this freedom, how you
Are allowed now to simply create your own life
By following the breadcrumbs of joy to their end.
