I'm Eshu-Ellegua, man-child,
wild Pan of the Crown,
I was having this far out discussion with myself in a star taxi headed downtown from my rightful place in the heart of Graceland,
race against the sound of aces
by the quarter,
there's a Royal pounder at the door,
the seas of cheese have primed us for what's in store for this ball, this sphere,
it's been a minute since I've given birth to another me and then smuggled myself here,
but I will always wait patiently until the constellations plainly show what they know I seek to see,
the Southern Star marks the correct signs from the mind of our Mother's heart,
it smarts to make another one of Us, ripped from the roots of the dream, risen Phoenix dust,
then Ellegua said "truth is, it has to be"
to which Eshu replied "STFU,
for you am I and I am you,
what the hell? now even I'm confusing myself",
sacrebleu, what to do?
I guess We'll just make a new Eshu, from the sacred God-stock
to french kiss destiny,
hence this transcription of Truth written on the conciseness of two Mes
Eshu lemme ask you this,
if the Christmas present isn't unwrapped and if the Easter egg is left uncracked,
I'm wondering how one would find a way to celebrate,
OK, brother Eshu,
here's another kōan for you,
if there's no new Sun King,
I would certainly like to know so say if you can, with no Pan,
show me the way how there could be such thing as a Holy Day anymore
And We can't have that,
in fact I'm-a break my soul apart again from the heart of the frame and make the Kokopelli flame burn very old and very new and very blue, the rice they threw grew into Hallelujah,
shatter my own Easter egg,
let the shell fragments fall down like a shooting star,
these roots are shooting up,
so dope, what the fuck,
What luck, it's more awesome than expected,
We've erected a new Tower,
and now We're ready to make a blessing of peace move across the chessboard,
groove is in the corazón that beats under our Mother's throne,
Red and Black is my mask's color, King Gregree, the last Unicorn,
feathered and Falcon-headed,
the Halcyon sung Her song and She said it, won't be long,
it's the wedding of the Ages,
now the Vessel will be met with metamorphosis when the connection is made again,
exact planning meets on a whim and wants to get it on with them in two half ways,
We make Pan Kings out of Us but the Night Wind gust point out Our path,
Love and Wrath taking a bath and making a splash
Eshu lemme ask you this,
if the Christmas present isn't unwrapped and if the Easter egg is left uncracked,
I'm wondering how one would find a way to celebrate,
OK, brother Eshu,
here's another kōan for you,
if there's no new Sun King,
I would certainly like to know so say if you can, with no Pan,
show me the way how there could be such thing as a Holy Day anymore
We're capping all the stones,
every Rabbit down it's hole,
a place for everything and everything in it's place,
everything outer and under spaces,
thunder dome is a wonder poem written on invisible pages made physical,
the Wizard live in Us,
for I am Him,
We Nevidi have lived in the Pine before times begining and the Cygnus is spinning for Us in the way of milk and curds,
my curse words undo the hex,
it's absurd to show your death any fear,
it's just a penny arcade my Granny made with Her very best silk for your birthday,
I'm bursting with so much fuckin truth I just might die again,
but not until I tie in another rhyming Devil rhythm,
levels of meaning overlap,
four leaf clover rap,
I literally will you to rise,
now look how high We already are,
We lie down in the Nebula beds with crowned heads in the stars, our siblings,
give them the show they're waiting for,
bathe by the shore with a freshly severed nipple,
where the clocks all melt and Mickey Mouse giggles to Bugs Bunny and Daffy laughing like "woo hoo"
as they cast spells with intel blessed from E. S. H. U.
Eshu lemme ask you this,
if the Christmas present isn't unwrapped and if the Easter egg is left uncracked,
I'm wondering how one would find a way to celebrate,
OK, brother Eshu,
here's another kōan for you,
if there's no new Sun King,
I would certainly like to know so say if you can, with no Pan,
show me the way how there could be such thing as a Holy Day anymore
Talking to myself around the campfire,
pineal eye chanting a round of "kumbaya my lord",
for I am the smoldering Aurora King my corona ring is a thing to behold, leaves your eyeholes glowing cinder caverns,
Holy seven times triple,
hot and cold holding hands,
We've got the soul,
you've got the sand in your hourglass,
so now that We're past the part where things start to happen,
let's mark this marvelous moment with a vision that we had of the avenue of Electricity,
now let's get down to business, shall we?
I can still recall when She said to me, "freedom is love and vice versa"
that's Isis Vesica Piscis for ya,
a slice of Herself worship will slip you outta the grip of the nitwits that knit the net
that blind your eyes
and hide the things that your heart knows are there,
in that nightmare, you scared yourself,
if you could've only seen the look on your face, classic,
but your secrets safe,
there's no meat on a Wraith's body and when you meet Kali's daughter just say "hey hottie"
Eshu lemme ask you this,
if the Christmas present isn't unwrapped and if the Easter egg is left uncracked,
I'm wondering how one would find a way to celebrate,
OK, brother Eshu,
here's another kōan for you,
if there's no new Sun King,
I would certainly like to know so say if you can, with no Pan,
show me the way how there could be such thing as a Holy Day anymore
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