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
Indians scattered
On dawn's highway, bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child’s
Fragile, eggshell mind
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
We need great golden copulations
When the true king's murderers
Are allowed to roam free,
A thousand magicians arise in the land...
Where are the feasts we were promised?
One more thing:
Thank you, oh, Lord
For the white blind light
Thank you, oh, Lord
For the white blind light
A city rises from the sea
I had a splitting headache
From which the future's made