Smell Of Herbs

smell of herbs magic wettened vesper-time and the hand of Zeus through the thunder vibrating through the heavens immense the pilot eyes of dews post-vesper thrown by night ejaculated.... the seas rustle the palm rustle the shore sands grind but slow their sound and the moon light skips around beat the drum! beat the drum! see out of the dense of trees come out slow but dancing full animals and inhabitants of wood hedgehogs, squirrels, lizards gay, three owls slumbering, nightingales in mid-lay... so many so many then the fairies goblins green, long eared satyrs and fauns, naiads, nymphs and all the troop... look! a satyr and near faun steeped in wine fell upwards lay motionless yet gay dreaming dreaming dreaming dreams sipping wine subconsciously on their backs deep bacchanalians! with their belly heaven-turned and their feet towards the moon. bats around and low they circle flipping of their wings I hear make the sound the sound of bats. and the drum stills beats and plays and to it under moon light on the sands they dance and turn frenzied-silent in a trance of Sub-Conscious conscious dance. here stay! here lurk till at least the break of day till at least the first of light till at least the breath that breathes over Ocean and wide seas. and the drum stills beats and plays and to it under moon light on the sands they dance and turn frenzied-silent in a trance