Awake.   Shake dreams from your hair   my pretty child, my sweet one.   Choose the day and choose the sign of your day   the day's divinity   First thing you see.      A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon   Couples naked race down by it's quiet side   And we laugh like soft, mad children   Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy   The music and voices are all around us.      Choose they croon the Ancient Ones   the time has come again   choose now, they croon   beneath the moon   beside an ancient lake      Enter again the sweet forest   Enter the hot dream   Come with us   everything is broken up and dances.      Indians scattered,    On dawn's highway bleeding   Ghosts crowd the young child’s,    Fragile eggshell mind