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 it’s 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.
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.
