The Dreaming
Floating through the Darkness
With neither shape nor form
I see a Man run for his life
This chase I can't ignore
The mob was waving torches
Screaming for his life
He ran 'til he could run no more
But still he gave no fight
The mob, it gathered 'round him
Tied him to a stake
Heaping brush and twigs and logs
His life they were to take
As buring flames grow higher
He hardly makes a sound
He raised his eyes up towards the sky
And praised his god out loud
The flames grow brighter
His body begins to glow
It rises up, into the sky
And breaks apart like snow
Jan 7-8, 1993
*This was inspired by a vision I had after my first experience with sex magick. When I opened my eyes and looked out the window, the first snow of the season had just begun
With neither shape nor form
I see a Man run for his life
This chase I can't ignore
The mob was waving torches
Screaming for his life
He ran 'til he could run no more
But still he gave no fight
The mob, it gathered 'round him
Tied him to a stake
Heaping brush and twigs and logs
His life they were to take
As buring flames grow higher
He hardly makes a sound
He raised his eyes up towards the sky
And praised his god out loud
The flames grow brighter
His body begins to glow
It rises up, into the sky
And breaks apart like snow
Jan 7-8, 1993
*This was inspired by a vision I had after my first experience with sex magick. When I opened my eyes and looked out the window, the first snow of the season had just begun