I've had but one 'vision' that I recollect, in my lifetime... & here you have it. I did not change the fonts... nor would I dare to.
ANCIENT MUSIC
I mixed a tall & icy drink
placed ashwood on the blaze
lifted feet up on old chest
draped with reindeer hide
began to think
Took Papermate in hand
legal pad upon my thighs
as it was time to
invent, plot, rhyme & devise
a poem, for Jen, called 'musick'
SUDDEN VISION FILMED MY EYES.
My hearing filled with sounds
of breathy, ancient pipes
a sound that excites
even though there's girdling fear
knowing certain death is near!
Reaching for this vision
I am given feeling
of smooth, sun-warmed stone
upon the bottoms of my feet
I am given seeing
sheer rock wall of Andean ledge
blind, sunlit mountain's face
last true light
those, MY eyes, would ever see
I pretend to feel the honor
my people bestow..
Let noone know
or see this!
Else I'm but wasted entity!
Remember of me, that I went with grace
to face
the spirits of the well
When they fling my body down
into the cold, stone well of death
giving my warm and virgin loins
to cold spirits who therein dwell
Remember me, Asperea' Anthee!
because my dying guarantees
next season's seeds of amaranth
And the last thing I know
being dropped into the
stony mouth
is the music of the breathing horn
which also sounded
when I was born.
I can only relate this to Chilean Andes people's sacrificing of virgins to assure good crops to feed the people the coming seasons! They did it just this way, from all I've been given to understand about it: National Geographic had a special on tv, years ago? Or was it in the magazine? Geeze Louize.
STAR