The Necromancer
He sat suddenly,
transfixed by the fleeting glance
from the kohl-streaked eyes
of the princess,
Ibtahaj,
Namibian dancer
and j
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chantress
or was it the reflecting
glitter of her silver headress
and the omnipresent sandalwood insence
engulfing him until
he hardly noticed how intent his focus
on the lotus in her hand itself
a modus operandi for hypnosis
that pulled him downward by osmosis
to the
tesselate
musical mosaic
l
a
y
i
n
g
down
by an Arkestra dressed
as pharoahs blowing
saxophones
'bones
and trumpets
beating bass
piano
bashing drums
in
the mirage fantasy Ibtahaj cast.
With her
tactile modality
elegant
intertextuality
she imposed nuanced prose
interwove it among the musics strolling,
unrolling from the stage
to wrap him
deep
within the scroll
of an avant-garde
Village Vanguard-Egyptian stanza
romantic talisman
of oasis sands
sifting through his hands
the Sphinx waving palm leaf fans
pyramids and dromedaries
on the banks of the Nile
as
Sun Ra
bent
to
smile
and whisper in his ear
Embraze chaos.
Spa-a-a-a-azze
iz thuh
pla-a-a-a-azze
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