Awake.nShake dreams from your hairnmy pretty child, my sweet one.nChoose the day and choose the sign of your daynthe day's divinitynFirst thing you see.nnA vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moonnCouples naked race down by it's quiet sidenAnd we laugh like soft, mad childrennSmug in the wooly cotton brains of infancynThe music and voices are all around us.nnChoose they croon the Ancient Onesnthe time has come againnchoose now, they croonnbeneath the moonnbeside an ancient lakennEnter again the sweet forestnEnter the hot dreamnCome with usneverything is broken up and dances.nnIndians scattered, nOn dawn's highway bleedingnGhosts crowd the young child’s, nFragile eggshell mind