Good News!
Dear seeker
and
Tidings!
Dear dancer.

Behold
a
Ghost Dance
of secrets
To reliberate
free lancers

Through
Epiphanies unfurled
In Promethean sound,
Attended by
Monsters and
Maidens and
Clowns.

For this circus,
An orgy
Of bombast and rhyme,
A Revelucianary tale of
Dionysian design,

Sprinkled with Magick,
Serendipity entwined,
As madness falls first,
Then beasts are aligned

To
Set the Controls
For the
Heart of the Sun,
Through shapeshifting shadows,
'Til healing's begun.

'Cause
Everybody Knows
A Tempest Must Be.

And all can agree that
Lightning flies free.

Yet
Everyone knows a
Rainbow in need
of
That Spark
To ignite
Their colors
To bleed.

So
Hark now
Hell's Bells!
Feel how they chime,
Ringing a reckoning
In your sacred sublime,
And
Advance
As you may,
Eargasmic
The way,
With ecstasy
In hand,
And
Shadilay
At play!