DEAD TO EARTH.... PRIMAL DRUM WORKSHOP

i live in a thousand mirrors of the marvelous
a weightless rhythm
singing like flickering mud

drinking in the lady of the moon
her river of dreams
clothed in conch shells and goat lungs
she loves me against her soft feet
against cotton puffs and the consecration

she consecrates me in spit and blood
rubber throated suck long as a giraffe neck

slum drummers drum
among tin fires and pig guts

thee I invoke thee

shaking the rattle

snake of the spine

angel headed devil girl
queen of dreams
womb of eternal darkness
the light everywhere with in her

and she speaks in the shadows
language-less

Dionysian belly dancers
boogger wooger
and rise out of wigs and apples
out of clouds and rice

i am throat and fist
holy molecules
jumping like a verb
a wing and a heart

crown of life
and
dead to the earth

About This Poem

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: Florance MA USA

Favorite Poets: Plath

Comments

hello

Speaking without speech........this and other seemingly contradictory sensory perceptions seem to be a common feature in entering this different level of perception......stan

Yes because here we are

Yes because here we are tethered to building up knowledge in the concrete linear sense If I drop a box of pins and I need to know how many in normal consciousness I'd have to count them. That is typical of earth centered intelligence. Beyond the veil of the geo centric mind is the supernal mind when it drops the pins it knows instantly the count...... Understanding passed the speed of light.
Quantum intelligence, hyper space, polytopes etc

I notice that you leap, and

I notice that you leap, and do not step, from idea to idea. And although there is a lot of ambiguity I find I can follow while appreciating the levels in your style of presentation.

only here I got stomped:
"and rise out of wigs and apples
out of clouds and rice"

"and rise out of wigs and

"and rise out of wigs and apples
out of clouds and rice"
Well the context is the quantum mind, in other words the subconscious as in dreamscapes ie surreal unencumbered by the concrete world and able to scatter and reform through disjuncture terrain
I believe this to be the mission of the prompt
I appreciate the inquiry; always feel free to ask ;)

Best Z