Last night I dreamt of blue
Flooding us all and I thought it was the oceans
Come to reclaim the land for itself once more
It was, but not yet,
It said
This blue is made first in the human realm and then,
Oh then, when the waters really come
Will the inundation happen and
No sandbags of trust, loyalty and faith
Can hold
Me
Back
A bomb went off and ripped the plinth of a Colonial icon
so that sherds of rock flew and a man cried out in grief
Roman numerals exposed and counting
Time is ticking
And we are still repairing the plinth
Be careful which deities you Invoke
For we are real, oh yes,
More powerful than your temples and altars ever could hold
Too destructive and too
Real
Yet
The flames of small candles burn and banish the darkness
Even if for just a short while
For a small space in existent matter
And sounds ring through the realms
Onto the ears of Other Gods
Om gum ganapatayei
Namaha
And so it shall be
Sisters of Light
Sisters of bravery
Sisters in time and space
For a moment there
I saw my heart beating
Raw in the candlelight
Nwyfre 