Necromancer dancing
To the divine rhythm of the tribute to the soul
Village placards surrounding
Designating to the place
Where all of the vagrant minds will settle
And find their way back to the volition
Of collective endurance
Screaming for the wilderness
In plucked tones
Of holistic restlessness
Circumnavigation of the transmigration
Of the soul

This is how we dance in circles
This is how we let it all arise
Without and within
The melodic flow of integrated greatness
The collective reorganization of everything
Slowly through each catacomb of the senses
The filtration has begun

Seven moon and seven stars
Creating patchwork obedience
To the essence of everything
Painting a protracted allegorical expression
Into the sky

This is how we learn to breathe
This is how we learn to feel
Spinning in the wholesome external aggression
Of the whirling dervish
Reaffectation to the soul

In this circle we have learned everything
We have drawn the us, collectively
Into infinite good grace

Outside the rambling tenements of social disease
We have risen above and escaped it all
But the slow, metronomic methodical
Pattern deliverance
Of coalescing into one
In this circle of oscillating
The tribute to kindness
The tribute to compassion

This is where we stumble upon
Without seeking
Without searching for deliverance
The eternal evacuation of the soul
From the whale breastbone undergird
Prison cell of the slave ship
We need no longer
Transverse across the
Darkened storm Atlantic passageway

We have come to the place of home
We have been delivered
By the slow drip of
Coalescence into the universal unconscious

Where there might have once been limitless fascination
We have now drawn all the chords together
Into a unison choir of tympanic deliverance
The metronome of evaporation
From the I to the oneness of
Everything, it all

This is where we dance, necromancing dancing
Spinning around in elliptical centrifugal
Circles of infusion onto the universal plateau of greatness

Singing the songs of our choir, our collective choir
Where every note that processes forth
From the internal orchestra of universal oneness
Plucking the strings of cheese on the dissonant notes
That would divest themselves from separation
And return us all to the one, not two

Here is where we dance. Here is where we sing.
Here is where we live in the escapade space
Of evolving in and out through the core of the Self
To spin an ever expanding web
Into the universal matrix
Of forever fulfillment

The dance into the wilderness of the soul
Has begun
The universal necromancing dancing
Subservient to the nightly uprising
Of collective oneness

We. Us. Not you. Not it. Not them.
We. Us. All of this and forever
Choose to never leave, and you will slowly evolve
Into the perpetual immersion
Into the atman of forever, everything, everywhere
But even if you vacillate away
This path will remain for you to return
Beckoned by the village placards
Back into the necromancing dancing of oneness