Pan

By Andre Consciencia


Pan, Io Pan, my Secret Sun
Al, All, Lal, One, None
I call you forth by every tone
and by the fires, seven, of your flute-tongue
 
Pan, Io Pan, Panaeon
Horned devil, dancing ON
Stir through me until I see
all the matter glittering
serpenting, softly whispering
"Maya, Maya, are you listening,
to this terrific nothing at your withering?"
 
Pan, Io Pan, my Secret Sum
Phallic goat of every song
lifting up the veils of panic
melting me through, in bliss oceanic
 
Pan, Io Pan, of phallic tongue
through lust unite and lust ignite
father of blinded sight
of all savage right
Oh beloved one of every rite