I thought we could organize freedom too
and its rituals of atonement hoping to coax us back to be sacrificed again
and by participating in the ritual you are participating in the myth, and the new myth calls up a new art form, and guilt is what is wiped out by the myth, and then we no longer need it, we link eyes like children across the revolving rope of our footprints and we bellow songs across the rope about it and trap our longing in the rhythm
Cinderella dressed in yella when upstairs to kiss a fella, by mistake she kissed a snake...
(get yourself straight)
Nah... she kissed that snake on purpose, and they live happily everlasting