As I awake this morning
I remember a Barney song
for my more oppositionally misaligned daughter.

I love you
and you love me
even if I couldn’t realign my four B’s,
Brain,
and Branches,
and Belly,
and Butt,
these four aligned
good government.

If you do
then I will tool

It is part of a spiraling dream
as I awake each skeptically reciprocating morning
remembering EarthTribe
no longer the same population
living within this remedial song
as when I went to bed
last lonely night.

A few of us have died.
A few have been new born.

And so it goes each morning
since I was that new born
win/win aligned
overwhelmed by all disconcerted Four-B wisdom
of older embodied dreams
awakening each dawn
to discover a few more have joined our Tribe,
coming along behind,
and a few more ahead
are now beyond any further potential
for re-aligning compassionate leadership
or even long-lived reciprocal hums
of silent fractal-B listening.

So I will go that last night
now leading those who listen
for swelling populations of EarthTribe Crystal-B
DNA voices
greeting each new born pioneer
conjoining us for this Earth retraining
turning
journey,

Vocation for wiser co-aligning Elders
as just normal aptic naptime for others
now win/win begun
for whom we join our minds as one
in
and with
and for
and of peacefilling gratitude.

I wonder
as I gaze toward gathering light
if our purist unity as EarthTribe
is only RightBrain known and felt in dreams
where insects and reptiles and mammals
like beans and corn and squash
like soil and water and climate
all process more nurturingly alike than separate,
more interdependently than empty of relationship,
without distinctions arising sexism,
without differences co-arising racism,
without asseverated appositions causing self-righteous violence
against Great Alien Unknowns
of past and future lives,
unless we also know these as unruly nightmares
begging to restore mercy
and thereby less necessity for harsh justice,
refueling patriarchal vengeance is ours!

As I feel for my glasses,
EarthTribe slowly shape-shifts repopulation
between each daily-nightly evolving frame
roundly rolling along spacetime’s polypathic avenues
becoming not exactly who we were
together yesterday,
as we have insufficient time
to quite grasp us all so much
in one timeless time,
just as, in RealTime
unlike Common UnLanguaged DreamTime,
we cannot quite get back
to (0)Sum original win/win reciprocal habitat
of spacetime’s full-blown climaxing revolution;
Still humbly home, disappointed yet again
in this Here
and already too past Now,

But,
maybe tomorrow night
this resonant resolution
may yet come to last
for tomorrow’s recast
EarthTribe poly-protagonist win winners
yet perpetually interdependent witnessing losers,
frighteningly and autonomously mortal

Underdogs,
both preferred unaligned bulldogs
and b-word misaligned maligned identities
of antagonizing eco-injustice dreams,
where Paradise Lost
looks more same than different
throughout today’s reborn
post-creolizing,
millennializing,
degenerating still

Through this timeless multi-speciating dream,
more double-binding darkish dawn
than simplistic ZeroSum win/lose,
either degeneration or regeneration,
for no one wakes up tomorrow entirely alone
and not to recreate gratitude for dawn’s newborn delight
in Four-B ego- and eco-alignments
more intersectionally flying together
than degeneratively and egotistically coming apart.