It came down to dragonfly whispers.
Between the winds, elements changed,
Leaves trembled with delight.
Across mountains, clouds feasted on the dreams below.
We all heard the stirrings and responded.
The gods, such as they were,
Whetted their appetites on other issues.
Years later, some historian at her desk would write
Down the names and follow up
With archive searches &
Heavenly exclamations at discoveries
In the hospitals, madmen would shriek
For breakfast while on rooftops above,
The pigeons would dance for the eyes.
No object shimmered with less than
On its lips.