AWAKE GHOST SONG
Is everybody in? Is everybody in? Is everybody in? The ceremony is
about to begin.
WAKE UP!
You can't remember where it was had this dream stopped?
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 in a cool 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. 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.
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