illumination of the golden ray
(this vision has been granted to me)
in the earliest days of our earth
they say our maker loved us still
and gifts were bestowed upon humanity freely
oh he lovingly shaped the womens faces in perfection
and he gave the men grace and honour
this beautiful creator
these beautiful gods
these incredible gorgeous chances
they took certain men and women
and lavished on them all divine talents
yes half gods they almost were
because their poetry was a spell calling forth wonder
their paintings were saturated in empathy and feeling
ah but their music was unearthly
impossible to describe
compared to this
our greatest symphony would be a dog barking
our most tender ballad a scraping door
our most lively song a dull ache
2 greatest of these musicians were
excelon the singer and rampion the composer
excelon looked like a queen and truly she was
no man who heard her sing did not fall in love
for she looked like aphrodite
but she sang like the widowed isis
her words seemed written by athene herself
but her manner was artemis or kali
lord rampion was a wild dissolute genius
his music made holy statues smile and shed blissful tears
within the space of one minute
within the time of one inch
rampion would conjure the darkness the light the pathos
so poignant musicians broke down in wonder to read his scores
so simple so incredibly huge like our universe itself
then so minute so complex so fragile so interconnected
divinity flowed through his arrangements
he broke every rule and proved them simultaneously
oh his music healed the broken hearts of old soldiers
deserted children sheltered within his softest lullabyes
every nation on our earth had an anthem composed by him
there are no words to describe his stuff
marvellous seems a pale and lifeless word for his work
it was loose yet so precise like a cat taking a bird out of the sky
yes his music quicker than this then slower than forever
musicians who played his symphonies were cured of illnesses
audiences sat stunned and amazed
together they had absolutely everything
it was too much
so unbearably brilliant was their collaboration
it taxed them greatly to perform it at all
they were both subject to the ecstasies that afflict us all here
and so charged was their song
even for they were not immune themselves
can you imagine music at once chaotic yet structured like a mathematical law
inducing deep profound silent reveries a hundredfold more than opium
inducing orgasms which pierced eternity
inducing a joy that was like grief
inducing pineal to release river of DMT
inducing astral selves to rise in dream like sir percival in albion
inducing visions of unending lives
the glory of our gods manifestations as all things living
inducing therefore union in unity within a unified field
the audience transported telepathed sent
lord rampion had mystified his admirers again
oh yes the ladies swooned for rampion
not because of his handsomeness tho he was no doubt that
not for his wealth or his fame though both were seemingly endless
but rampions music spoke to them deep within
deep within a most private and sacred place
deep within where pleasure and prayer are juxtaposed like snakes
deep within each woman in a deep place only a woman could understand
there rampions orchestral thrusts and feints did most surely inflame
yes of course the men loved his music too
that is a given
but the women of those times adored his sounds
for he combined the pain of woman deeper than mens
but he included the propensity for love that guides her
greater than mans
her pleasures her punishments
yes deeper than any man had ever gone before with music
rampion delved deep in the female principle
and he found a bliss that blew his mind
and he found rivers of sensual delights unknown to man
the old ladies
the mature and fertile women
the young girls and female babes
oh all hearkened to rampions strange tune
what were his ingredients but all sounds on earth….?
the sound of a sun slipping into a sky
the sound of a thought lingering on from a dream
the sound of apollos love for ishtar the temple whore
the sound of butterflies roaring as if in vacuum
the sound of safety and warmth and trust
the sound of food and home and sweet summer rain
the sound of sand and water
the song of steel the song of war
the song of prophets the song of the drug addicts
the song of the delirious genius imploding within his own enigma
the torture of endless possibility of creating intoxicating masterpieces
with but one note….
now excelon the queen of voice was to man as rampion was to woman
well her words and the way she sang oh she played every part at once
and she had overtones of spirit
and she had undertones of creature
and yes she was more graceful than a planet
and she never sang one false note or word and could not
in every appearance she was different
shockingly unrecognisably different
how could she contain so many looks…?
people tried to imitate but she had already transformed on
oh the men paid her song close attention
coupled ferociously with rampions music
yes her words and his music complemented the other
yes her lovely words sometimes fucked his music
and then stabbed men with their anger and shame
yes her words
and his godlike music inculcated beauty that was bewilderment
together they were titans
together they were the alpha and omega
they had everything between them
her voice which had the power to revoke impotence and sickness
the voice which resonated in brains balls and bones
the voice which whispered glimpses of godly mystery
the voice which whispered pure filth as if in abandon and rut
the voice which spoke of nirvana and mother and child and soul
and her words which were koans which were a cant which were inexplicable
in every language in no language at all
her voice and words did not promise joy
there were joy unto themselves
they alluded to nothing but wonder
yet they were intimate
each man secretly believed she addressed only him
in his heart of hearts her song blossomed as rapture
an energising stimulant a soothing painkiller
men in love with her were as mad lovers in the heat of it all
yes somehow she reached inside the mens hearts and garments
and she used her voice and her words to weave gossamer chains
and the men were then gladly bound in bondage to her glorious song
and each listened to each song in eternal astonishment at its power
and never did one grew tired not ever …..
tomorrow part 2
