The Fifth Month

May the resistance stand
against the venom of ideals
May minds be many
never one
May flailing winds 
be song of passive trees
May leaves stay 
until they break down
May seasons change
across geologic time
May space reveal
its matter and against
May May be a new flower
every buzzy sprang 
May the spells
cast out their lines
May fish scale
great steps
May the end of a star
be the middle of a story
May narrators croak
atop their lily pads