Word roots writhe against clock’s cruel turnings. Flowering thoughts rise skyward. Wisdom and intuition shape clouds, sparkle sun, define air. Gone apocalypse’s mockingbirds. Gone hatred and isolation. No more mad hallucinations haloing humankind. No more Mother Liberty strapped to a gurney, kicking and screaming all the way to the insane asylum. From heart’s havoc we create unity. From dystopia’s dregs we distill compassion’s sweet nectar. We shed the ragged wail for absolute love and light. This radiance peoples our sorrows with a new language. We embody an alphabet that names one another kindred spirits.