when the boundaries are. . .
less than certain
(Something to do with entanglements
Quantum and otherwise)
And on this night
In this place
(They let you touch the Stones on Solstice)
I came to feel a pleasing rending
On this Solstice
Under this Moon of Fullness
I can touch the other eleven
We are one and yet. . .
A tsunami of images crashes down on me
A chorus of chords knits the fabric
And in this chaos I know peace. . .
Pacem et Luna Solstitium