Phobrain

~~~-: Creation :-~~~

Photos to accompany a Robin Williamson song

Creation lyrics

The messenger with sharpened heels
Flew backwards into whose galloping arms




And the impassioned Phoenix
Drawls a sad goodnight to fiction's tomb




Then come to me secretly
And with your silken feather
And with your silken feather
Open your rooms




Never, in fact, as he gazed amazed
At two lost eyebrows lisping into the unexpected
And the archetypal postman delivering your seed letters
Whose eyes are black eggs really
Upon a long shore, upon a long shore
Open your door, open your door




'Ask anyone', he muttered, as he spat a small,
Brilliant blue insect whirring into the gauze.
'I would advise stilts for the quagmires,
And camels for the snowy hills
And any survivors
Their debts I will certainly pay.
There's always a way, there's always a way.




I smiled with that gallantly concealed forceful nervousness
That has proved that oysters cry
And that I have come to know and accept as myself.
And plucking a barbed feather from the morose universe
I called him deathless
And he left before he could reply
Open your eyes, open your eyes




Our first father, Abraham, whose bosom
Was the unique soul of the humans
Was certainly as bewildered as we are
If not infinitely more so
And with an ancient ceremonial gesture of dismissal
He pointed forward.




Then seven times we raised our arms and with cat-stretch
Sent our footspells yawning into the multitudes




In need we called upon the mother of all living
Three times for succor
But with ambitious spears they made us change
They crouched behind their mirrors and fought on.




I will not allow them praise
That broke the harmonious globe in splintered fragments
And yet they moved perforce with a perfect pattern
And complemented harmony with discord
And light with darkness




It was then that we stepped out of our world machine
Between the palm and the fingers
Peeling like gloves

And for each eye that shed one tear,
We made of that tear an ocean
And in the five directions
We loosed our several craft.




...Wild sea, my love is salty for me
Every ripple in her body is a wave in me
Amethyst galleon, out on the rolling sea.









Photos in order: Bill/Bill, Bill/Bill, Bill/Bill, Bill/Bill, Bill/Raf&Skot, Bill/Raf&Skot, Bill/Bill, Bill/Elle, Raf&Skot/Raf&Skot, Bill/Raf&Skot, Bill/Bill, Bill/Bill, Bill/Bill

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