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[greenstorm]

This is the time of dreams
Dreams of lifetimes
of revolutions
of families splintered and healed
of police switching sides
and food given to all

This is the time of dreams
And I am grateful that when I wake
From living another life, and another
My familiar sits on my feet
Licking his paws
Smelling of spruce trees
And willing me home

This is the time of dreams
My body caged
My feet walking other lives
Other worlds welcome me
Crying to be witnessed
Offering the lesson
There is always another way

This is the time of dreams
The sky turned grey
Walls rising monolithic
To mark the turning of the sun
The turning of the world
The turning of my people
The turning of all people
My turning
My turning
O Lord Thou pluckest--