Bread & Circuses (TwentyThirteen)

Be not distracted by the zebra’s bray
Be not distracted by the cacophony of the market place
And the harsh glare of its electric light

Be not distracted by the glamor of the wordsmith
(His impeccable use of line, rhythm, and metaphor)

Be not distracted by his satyr conjuring
And visions of the fantastic

{Fingercymbals – Twice}

O! Be not distracted by Magdalena, the cut of her negligée
Low – always on the cool eve of a desert night

{Sistrum Scroll To Fade}

Be not distracted by your wont to feed the ego its daily bread
Be not distracted by your lack
Of new world sheepskin and olde world etiquette

Be not distracted by Mosheh’s horns
Be not distracted by the good shepherd’s body broken on the cross
Be not distracted by the prophet’s supreme recitation

[Whispering.]

Be!

{One-Beat Pause}

Be not distracted by the long, dry seasons
Be not distracted by the tall apparitions (peeking thru the looking glass)
Be not distracted by the smoke billowing up from a dying hearth

{Fingercymbals – Twice}

O! Be not distracted

{One-Beat Pause}

By the blood
By the bile
By the black sun crowning
O’er your shoulder

{Two-Beat Pause}

There is much work 2 do
much work 2 be done

Love’s champion must rise,
The waters freed, and illuminations won