Cities of the last empire
Ring the desert like humpback whales swimming
In a distance that recedes to what is distant in time.
Stars of the last night
Fall without falling but explode and grow small
Birthing space that is not space,
In a distance that recedes to what is distant in time
Man and woman of the last garden
Come together in work and travail,
Birthing saviors at dawn, at midnight,
Or when the edge of eternity is just visible
In a distance that recedes to what is distant in time.
Mike Hogan (c) 2018
WILDsound Festival 