Go to sleep now.

You’ve held heaven and earth apart for long enough:
Unearthed men from the riverbanks of gold dust and
Lifted the sky up by its four corners. It is a rug
At your fingers. You are tugging it back
Over the naked land

And it is curling up and over
Like dried leaves but

Do not worry, do not worry,
Even when the lights are all out,
This forest and the echoes can stretch their arms
Wide enough to hold all the lonely.

And remember, this is their
House. This is why they have been calling you mother.

Go sleep, all the tyranny one day will die …