Songs of Soma

[revolutionrabbit]

the songs of Soma are not far behind the myth
the first word was lost in the imagination
in the impossible morning of the magicians

we are all living in the unconscious unconscious
the dark night of the soul walks by nonchalant
we have been summoned to the feast of the ancients
who have arrived at the appointed hour of floods

the pharaoh poets of the zero of snakes roller coaster
eating their tails of eternity in the jazz funeral dawns
the revolving neptunian mirrors descending into chaos
the arcane halls of decrepit necropolis
undulating promenades of primordial ooze
the dead circus of the constellations sweeps star dust
under the carpets of sacred alphabet oceans
the frothing sky has awakened its fingers of star caves