A T A V I S M S                                 1985



We approach the ceremony of Aphroditie, swallowed in blackened magenta,
And our nerves are sewn in frosted fire.  We are dark and soft inside the shadow-
So sane we are mad.  We turn to Woman, Man, Child and Beast.
Sensual and feral, stripped in secret to prowl the galleries 
From the drama of the wild emerald heath. 
We accelerate to our extermination.

The distant music of angel choirs while climbing into  sanctuary-
A land of the hushed and urgent.  Silken laughter upon these linen wings
Slightly drunken, in love with the powers of life.
Flesh and death, death and flesh, young memories like lavender upon the mind.
Clothed only by the air.

We navigate to a murder of past pains.  Lying in the draped twilight
Watching a dancing priestess.  New worlds are being formed within her heart.
Falling and soaring and breaking away, clasped in the last fatal coma
Where spells are woven from seed to God. 
Running rivers of the perfect heat down along my sides..... the pattern of tears aflame
Crushed with sweetness, the strength of rhythm into melted petals of her skin
 
We cry the desire to life, burn it out of us clean, set it alight ,
An ancient century awakes from our first mind.
With litany and motion-- repeat the movements again
The actions and words, repeat over again, again-- NOW BREAK INTO TIME
BREAK OUT OF TIME, break away, breaking away
Broken away, collision fused with Light until journey ended.

WE PULLED THE HEAVENS FROM THE EARTH!



/// This was originally part of The Roadman and made separate at some time-I thought it
 was too long and confused, this split left both parts more obvious.  The inspirations I had 
were unknown to me at the time of writing- I just did them as they came, years later, 
grammar is changed for readability.  The final line here was a mishearing- as quite a few of
 my lines are, and I am always happy when I learn the orginal line is different. This means 
I can keep my mistake and create something new. Orgasm as exorcism and projection of Will, an aid to focus the aim and make the connection. 
Basic magic for those without imagination. ( Hello A.C) ///