Nose Mountain Song   

From my dreams they are waking me

From my dreams they are waking me

I am the Spring without a Winter

I am the Mother divorced from Science

I am the bear pausing on the road

From my dreams they are waking me

They are mad trippers burning up the earth

I am not afraid

The draggers haul shells from bombed out ghettos

I can outrun them

They are confusers bewildering birds and insects

I can eat all of them

The reapers seed clouds with dirty tears

I can pray under ancient dark fur

I am the bear pausing on the road

From my dreams they are waking me

We are baring our teeth

Scratching roots of underground connections

We are poor-sighted

Sniffing tracks of alternate dimensions

We are workers lost in lack of habitat

Listening for evergreen voices whispering directions

I am the bear pausing on the road

From my dreams they are waking me