hunters’ moon markswomen huntsmen this the moon of Orion prepare for the warriors’ watch prepare for the bend the arc the curvature of your bows your quivers hold an arsenal track this eve under the hunters’ moon with no game in sight
just a thought it was just a thought an after a before an in-between wasn’t suppose to create bedlam didn’t have much meaning was just a thought blown out of proportion causing such a reaction just a thought wasn’t so abstract that it should be
stepping stones what what is blocking your way what obstacle won’t let you through you’re only a stone’s throw away those obscure obstructions it’s all in your mind it’s all in your fears that you might not succeed please drop the excuses drop the apologies of
let’s be foolish crazy wacked cracked stupidly outrageous who’s idea was it yours hers father times mother’s wine back-slapping silly pour another glass of that belly laughing liquid forget the toil & troubles maybe maybe
change – oh yes it will reset & retune let the baggage and commotions imbalances and disharmony of the past be that the past flowing away with the outgoing tide energizing under the full moon breathing change visualizing
flashback a flashback couldn’t be controlled a remembrance that was forgotten a bolt out of the dark shook the surroundings creating a clear and concise image of that long past place a shocking sensation snapping a sense of realization generating a vision an unsettling crack rang through
