2052

The billionaires are still busy building bunkers 

amongst the stars

They had to tweak their plans a bit

after the uprisings on Mars

They thought we'd self-immolate 

in the apocalypse they made

But now for all their genius they’re thinking they 

maybe should have stayed 

As our Mother summoned her sisters forth

from the edges of the universe

From all times and all dimensions

all planets and all Earths

They came from inner space 

like when they built the pyramids

Riding dragons like silent Harleys

cloaking us in chrysalides

And while we were imaginal

they convened a conference of the wise

The orcas and the octopus

the spiders and the butterflies

The mountains and the mushrooms

the glaciers underground

All sang the truth of who we are

shape-shifting us with sound

All the humans now are moths

all the elephants now AIs

And Krishna dances flamenco

in the bluest of blue skies