to Those who live in dreams

i, delusional: who am i, to exist?

Who sees?

you, lonely one  Compatriots

delegated to category of myth

quiet times are Spirit sight Grandmother/father, giant Elk bigger than the empire state - hallucinations, or just as it is meant to be, from the beginning of time perhaps

Spirit Bear sparkles as circular halos, our ancestral Ghosts, their languages, manners, gifts

at a disbelieving distance one may report, but you see

you and they are here holding hands, raising fists

Peace, Justice moves this way

Embrace delusions of fulfilled Justice, actualized Rights, Responsibilities to Living Beings, Powers of Land and her Beings’ redemptive field, the old growth Hemlock, the Sacred, Wild, Good Eternal

these, we Make