Potions and Spells take a long time to brew but for always and for always to the end of time and back - this will always be the moment, and the place, - and that's a fact - that the story of the beginning of the dream that changed the world - In Yum Kaax's bounteous Kingdom In the cornfields - first unfurled As he leant against the crucible Not knowing what he'd found A Chevy 57 radiator was his Footrest on the ground .... not knowing what he'd been given by a farmer past his prime and an old man summoning rainbows from a sunny summer sky .... Not knowing that the hand of fate had vicariously arisen And blessed him arbitrarily with a message and a vision .... He was lost inside his searching He was waiting to be heard .... QN to C6, the cavalry rallies As the traveller dallies 🐎🐎🐎🐎
The Watcher sees the quick exchange 'twixt farmer and the man. Her heart skips a giddy beat, Has she perceived the plan? Eggs take very long to hatch, As slowly as seeds grow. Life doesn't wait—calamity Deals many a heavy blow. But finally, and finally— Could we dare believe? The time is now, the minion steps In, the pressure to relieve. Pawn from F7 to F6, The mess I cannot fix, But slings & arrows, sticks & stones, I'll fling into the mix. Now gallop, horsey, dance dear Queen, Perhaps go get the cleric? For in the rhythms of the dream, We'll build the esoteric.
Sitting in the shadows Looking at the hill Seeing all the travellers Fighting - good 'gainst ill Strolling round the countryside Dabbling in the shallows Watching others grow and bloom Addicted to the gallows Now, she spies a wanderer Bearing sticks and stones Building a brand new kingdom Out of planks and bones
