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Panpipes
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collecting whirlwinds Addictive words whip even ice into a fevered frenzy.
I find myself swirling in the madness of your entourage.
What better way to chase the edges of experience
Than dance with the nymphs in the company of Bacchus?
The freedom in me is more than passing strange.
In another life I would strive to own you.
But here, you reveal each beauty so perfectly,
I must press you to keep them all.
And we will all keep dancing
To the caresses of your panpipes.
Hey Bacchus, I wonder if you remember
Egypt and its fields of wild grasses
The smell of dates and raisins in the streets
Perhaps you saw me emerge dripping from the Nile
In my white linen dress and thought
"Not today, but some day, she will hear my words and be bound."
Or perhaps it was the Temple of Hathor
Filled with smoke of kyphi, sistrums playing,
Our eyes met just once before the Goddess
And she said, "Not today, but some day..."
I wonder if you remember. Surely you are old enough.
You might be older than me.
It takes a long time to reach these branches
So high in Shekinah's tree.
This is very transfixing. I
This is very transfixing. I read it repeatedly and could not get enough. Funny, I ended without heeding the presaging of the first two words, and thus I became addicted and hooked to both the story, and the lyrics; absolutely riveting poetry.
i expect ur one of the few
i expect ur one of the few who might understand all the references