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Dawn's Prayer for the WorldAs I open my eyes today,
Let Nature hear these words I say:
Mother Moon and Father Sun
Rejoice, the magick has begun!
Grandmother Earth and Grandfather Sky
Help me honor the days gone by!
Brother Animals, Sister Plants
For harmony these words I chant!
Let this be a fruitful day!
My will makes true these words I pray!
MultiplicityThe path bites e'er harder; my worn, weary soles
Burdened with secrets, too many ways to go
Take the price of betrayal or the reward of trust?
My heart a full pouch...carry it I must
Shall a lion in triumph rear upon my crown
or in questions, anguish, and pleas will I drown?
Each of these ends has appeared in these eyes
Yet to find the answer I am not enough wise
With power and promise I stand here and now
She of the Choice smiles, for She knows
Her teeth I see, wicked in Her lantern's shine
My worry She feels, hears in Her dogs' whines
With split fingers She beckons down that hazy road
And the choice I will follow, now I have been told
A nail taps my shoulder as I step away
Echoes of guilt in my soul...here to stay?
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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