Moirai

In currents of bolts, as weavings unseen

by all but the architects, the poets and queens,

do we rise together in this holy dower

to bring forth the bride from the sleepless coward,

to bring in the peaces of times recast

in the smithy of Vulcan, our hour at last

for the reunion of space, place, and love

for the people of here, where, and now.