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We have assembled inside this ancient...
& insane theatre...
To propagate our lust for life...
Flee the swarming wisdom...
Of the streets...
The barns are stormed...
The windows kept...
& only one of all the rest...
To dance & save us...
With the divine mockery...
Of words....
Music inflames temperament...
(when the true king's murderers...
Are allowed to roam free...
A 1000 magicians arise in the land)...
Where are the feasts...
We are promised...
Where is the wine...
The new wine...
(dying on the vine)...
Resident mockery..
Give us an hour for magic...
We of the purple glove...
We of the starling flight & velvet hour...
We of arabic pleasures's breed...
We of sundome & the night..
Give us a creedTo believe..A night of lust..
Give us trust in...The night...
Give of color....Hundred hues..
A rich mandala...For me & for you & for your silky...
Pillowed house...A head, wisdom & a bed...
Troubled decree...Resident mockery...
Has claimed thee...We used to believe In the good old days..
We still receive..In little ways...The things of kindness...
& unsporting brow...
Forget & allow...Did you know freedom exists..
In school books...
Did you know madmen are...
Running our prisons..
Within a jail, within a gaol..
Within a white free protestant
Maelstrom...
We're perched headlong..
On the edge of boredom...
We're reaching for death'...
On the end of a candle....
.
We're trying for something...
That's already found us...
Wow, I'm sick of doubt...
Live in the light of certain...
South..
Cruel bindings....
The sevants have the power...
Dog-men & their mean women...
Pulling poor blankets over...
Our sailors...I'm sick of dour faces
Starong at me from the TV..
Tower, I want roses in...
My garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies....
Must now replace aborted...
Strangers in the mud...
These mutants, blood-meal..
For the plant that's plowed..
They are waiting to take us into...
The severed garden...
Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful...
Comes death on a stranger hour...
Unannounced, unplanned for...
Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
Brought to bed...
Death makes angels of us all...& gives us wings..
Where we had shoulders....
Smooth as raven's claws...
No more money, no more fancy dress..
This other kingdom seems by far the best..
Until it's other jaw reveals incest..
& loose obedience to a vegetable law...
I will not go...
Prefer a feast of friends...
To the giant family...