Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Ghost Song

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Awake.


Shake dreams from your hair

my pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
the day's divinity
First thing you see

A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by its quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.

'Choose' they croon the Ancient Ones
the time has come again
'choose now', they croon
beneath the moon
beside an ancient lake

Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
everything is broken up and dances.

We have assembled inside,
This ancient and insane theater
To propagate our lust for life,
And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets.

The barns have stormed
The windows kept,
And only one of all the rest
To dance and save us
From the divine mockery of words,
Music inflames temperament.

Oh, great creator of being
Grant us one more hour,
To perform our art
And perfect our lives.

A city rises from the sea
I had a splitting headache
From which the future's made.

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