Spirits are coming.
When they come, the signs of the times disappear.
Gone are the RVs, the Winnebagos, the Truck campers, the coleman tents.
Gone are the propane gas cook stoves and the LED lanterns.
Gone are all signs of modern life,
for we can no longer see them.
Our eyes are upon the tree,
Upon the dance.
Tonight is the first purification lodge.
Four more will follow