Jah-Lilah
It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive, if you don't have it you're on the other side.
The mare watches eagerly as the young king bends down and sniffs her offerings. He is unsure, he is insecure, but he trusts her. Either that or he's a bit on the daft side this afternoon. He chooses the bitter peyote, a heavier high than the playful mushrooms, but one of her favorites. Hopefully this young mutherfucker is ready to get his mind opened. He begins to fade out, and there is Jah-Lilah, guiding him, leading him. She begins to speak, to take hold of him, and suddenly there is music all around. Her one voice sounds like four, and suddenly they're off, on a whole 'nother plane of existence.
Picture yourself on a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
She is leading him, half walking, half floating through the air. Her mane and tail stream behind her, seeming to go on forever. The flawless landscape of Ischia begins to change, to warp in front of their very eyes. Jah-Lilah is delighted and giggles accordingly, grabbing hold of @[Amet] suddenly and pulling him to her.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes
And she's gone.
The red wytch bounds out carelessly towards the sea, the ocean is changing as well. Just when it seems Jah-Lilah will hit the surf and sink into the water, another change. She's leading him to the water, she hovers and prances, always seeming to be out of focus. Rainbow-colored fish plunge into the air, flying right beside her. She flounces back toward the Dragon-King, nipping at his ears as she dives overhead.
Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain,
Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies.
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers,
That grow so incredibly high.
From the ocean itself the very flowers that Jah-Lilah sings of seem to sprout, seeds growing, blooming. The sunflowers grow tall, taller than anything in Beqanna, the petals threaten to block out the sun. My mare nips at the scaly hide below her, laughing still. She is so calm, so collected, as if she is the ruler of this word. She kisses a particularly lovely triggerfish as she leads the way out deeper, deeper, deeper into the shark-infested waters.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds
And you're gone.
The mare sinks herself headfirst into the water, then emerges, bone-dry. The texture of the land seems to have changed though, it's as if they're living in a water color painting. Jah-Lilah calls to the boy, beckoning him closer as she drags a clam from the sea. The thing is bigger than she'll even be, but so small at the same time. It belches forth a pearl, shiny, round, egg-like. Jah-Lilah laughs like a maniac and then proceeds to eat the creation. She is still calm, still tranquil, still seemingly serene, she's just devouring something's baby...ok...no big deal...
Picture yourself on a train in a station,
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties.
Suddenly someone is there at the turn-style,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
From her belly a hole begins to form. Jah-Lilah is in technicolor now, bright, bold, obnoxious. A baby begins to emerge. Not a colt though, a little panther cub. My mare doesn't cry out, doesn't squirm, doesn't even seem to notice. The things scratches and claws it's way out, and she begins to lick and clean it as if it's her own, despite the gaping whole showing all of her innards. She whinnies to Amet, motioning for him to come close and meet the babe.
I'm not an addict but maybe, that's a lie.
stronger than you know