Caravan Friends

Truly, the bee hive innards hum Truly, the body inside gurgles Truly, the cave echoes the vortex Truly I know these sounds from last night 4 cackling creatures spewed their saturated sayings upon the floor upon each other, upon me the hammering of the gong the stampede of a thousand African Elephants all were asleep in my head before these 4 opened the flood gates of the Mind and the sudden rush of tidal-wave trumpets I had to leave, flee, rush walking, against stone and broken checkerboard spot- lights I saw you. Latin King of knowledge and intellect came down the Cardio-Hill and embraced the darkness with refreshing light. Saving me from ignorant swine and masses of greased filled bodies a pool of stale eggnog that once seemed white in the moonlight now floats dead and stale, a growing vile mass unlike its former self Breaking free from this chain of emptiness I went with you, oh one from another land, took me to a land of distant memory and dreams That bubbling feeling of the Reed-Flute crying the Baby also crying due to separation. It was this sound that rose higher then the rest. That sound propelled me to leave. The nosey throng and join the party of Lovers as they dance. But this dancing does not have to be physical, but in the mind that fluid motion of loving mind-numbing Dance. created a sensation in my heart and soul that the Hernia of Pestilence was healed and I could then, after exile with the Latin King, return to the normal mortals and once again brave the slow Caravan's journey against the concrete sky.