THE CELEBRATION OF THE WIZARD

You should have seen us

Running harder

Wilder and wilder

Along the canals

Through the desert valleys

Of our eyes’ creation

 

We speeded over hills

Of millions of wet seeds

A slimy thorough pool

Its face grinning at our pace

Until we ran beyond our steps

Now there was no other way

Than to dive and whirl

Floating in the ceaseless trip

 

Then suddenly

From a high rock above us

Huge wings overshadowed

The aura of our skins

And someone unknown

Ejaculated his mouth of wisdom

Spreading out his higher sounds

He blinded us

Took our hands

And drove us

In limousines of trance

 

 Towards unseen distances…

 

MvS – 1992

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