To Queen Auset: A Twilight Chant
Askia M. ToureTo Queen Auset: A Twilight Chant It must be the crescendo of aural splendor to peak on that summit of crystal language, so finely tuned, so spectral, invoking choruses of immortals in subliminal harmonies summoning the Music of the Spheres ... So speaks the Primal Mage engaged in lunar wisdom haunting dreams of sibylic grandeur. This is my music of ancient skies wearing Auset's robes: Her legendary, moonlit eyes glowing with healing compassion, magical joys. O Lady of primordial dawns, O Queen of indigo midnights, the chants of nubian doves thrill frenzied populations awaiting a cursory glance from Your sacred eyes. And I, drunk on the wine of remembrance, bow at Your eternal shrine, Queen of exaltation, Diva of esoteric realms, Mother of immortal mysteries ...
Reprinted from Dawnsong! The Epic Memory of Askia Toure, published by Third World Press, with permission of author (AskiaToure.com).
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