I was overjoyed to draw vo1k1, I’ve been a true fan of their deeply dynamic production style for years.

I did a lot of listening. Then words flowed over the instrumental of Brown and Gold. I chopped and treated to follow the muse and added strings, swells and guitars from Art of Dying.

May we find hope wherever we can find it these days. For me, I look to the sky.

SPOKEN WORD PELL

Bending Back
by Madam Snwoflake

Tonight—
Venus pulsates
like a promise.

Can you feel it?

Something ancient
turning…
mapped in the sky.

The feminine—
long whispered
in secrecy—

has been tending itself.

Beneath soil,

beneath story,

where all things
cast down
are remade…

while empires rose
on pyramids
of war.

Great Mother,
held within
outstretched arms
of stars,

sings her lullaby—
a kiss of wind
after tempest,
the touch of twilight
on skin

blistered
by sun.

Rivers merge
into oceans.

Deep roots of the koa
draw it skyward.

My breath—
returns
as yours.

The fall of patriarchy

is not punishment.

It is the far curve
of an endless loop—

reaching—
then bending
back
to center,

only to begin again.

Do not be afraid.

As power slips
like sand
through calloused

hourglass hands,

the sacred chalice
is already beneath you—
steady,
unwavering.

Tonight,

as Libra rises—

blindfolded,

she lifts the rusted scales
of justice—

unswayed by vengeance,
and with a patient hand

carries you—
not backward,

but inward—

to equanimity.