Poem for the New Time

In the Butterfly Fields under the yellow moon
On the eve when all doubt was banished
Yesterday receded, and I saw a new story inscribed:   

This World

This world
Is the necessary paradox that precedes
The great flip
where every story
Was best enjoyed by a little introduction
Oh, but how to arrange the circles and stones
into a coherent structure that unlocks the first preconception ever known—
without saying so.
So you see we have to construct other exits.
Carve new passages
Create divine vehicles
Construct magical corridors
Build the Ark
Cross the Bridge

13:20: Frequency Shift
Crossing the Bridge of Time