A Hymn to Pan

kwaw

Conjuring Dreams

With a Hymn to Pan my rod
I drifted into sleep and there found god:
He was sitting on a rock in a moonlit grove
with dancing nymphs in see-through robes
and when he turned that I might see
the face beneath his horns was me
I awoke -- by panic struck--
belly wet with holy f**k.

[my eyes in the mirror shined crazy bright
the darkness cowering in their astral light]

Thus I learnt to conjure dreams
(through a litany of hymns)
filled with the landscape of the stars
and castles built of tarot cards.
 

kwaw

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Grigori

Conjuring Dreams

With a Hymn to Pan my rod
I drifted into sleep and there found god:
He was sitting on a rock in a moonlit grove
with dancing nymphs in see-through robes
and when he turned that I might see
the face beneath his horns was me
I awoke -- by panic struck--
belly wet with holy f**k.

[my eyes in the mirror shined crazy bright
the darkness cowering in their astral light]

Thus I learnt to conjure dreams
(through a litany of hymns)
filled with the landscape of the stars
and castles built of tarot cards.

I like that Kwaw, thanks for sharing :) Reminds me of Coleridge actually