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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.
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.