HOSTING THE HEART

 

ON ZAPO DE RAY’S 

IN THE HEART OF THE MACHINE

The angelic chord summons us, 
A sweetening storm calming thunder 
The rise of notes sliding across the inner sky
Of the mind. The sound soothes your brow 

Shielding the thoughts caught with it 
As time slows and snares you while ensuring 
You remain unconfined. The chord evolves, 
Shimmers, stays as if the host within 

Is emerging, defining the shape 
Of rebirthing through the inner egg
Of the ear. The machine of man stretched
By the cosmic force yolked within us, 

A natural oil drawn from colours which seek 
To harmonise with all fears. 
An insistent tapping begins, 
The rumble of ruins reforming,

Or some astral reminder of how 
The workings within realign 
With smooth sound as source, 
Sound as soul sparking slow cloud,

Sending signals across the electric
To make this music which soundtracks    
Somehow all of time.  
In the heart of the machine rests the wind

As a guitar theme starts to gather. 
The notes sound ecstatic as this ambient 
Line elevates. It fills you with joy 
And you are strangely buoyed in starred

Oceans. Less than three minutes in 
Of this twenty and we grasp love’s true 
Advantage at last over hate.
The sounds seem to spider, Entwined. The sounds 

Glow and spiral. The spirit-cloud rises
And we are at one with the real. 
Which is not of this earth
For machine and host span spun reaches 

In which music teaches all that we know, 
See and feel. The form gathers to gain 
The musculature of the moment; 
Flesh as soft metal grows like a David
Croenenberg gauze over blood 

Which finds new patterns in rain 
As mist turns to message 
And the knocking sound rivers across
The barbarous land with fresh floods 

Of cremasting flush and the sudden rush 
Of desire, while around the slow fire 
Of sensual skies sees night crowned. 
This is swell as spell. This is that sky ripped 

And seeping and this is earth weeping
As God as seducer sees bad Mother
Nature Bend down. Soon she will free all her sons. 

Her ritual return has this music. 

You will hear it play within thunder 
And it will in sharing dreams leave its mark. 
Light shines through the skin. Fresh forms 
Emerge, energising. The Rib-cage 

As cathedral housing musical spawn 
Smears the dark. I am only half way through 
And feel like Peter Quinn’s Star-Lord
Traversing star-oceans on a transformative 

Craft of the soul. Civilisations are seen
Glimpsed in the cloak of cloud and God 
Gasses. Nebulae nudging and dissipating 
To tears sees space fold. There is benign 

Dissonance here. For this is the sound 
Of creation. This is the founding force 
Shaking what it has come to make 
As a toy. God, or whatever it is, a mad child 

Playing at fate, shifting balance. As Zapo’s
Angelic chords begin cutting across 
The slicing shifts of guitar, there’s dark joy
In whatever it is that comes next. Harmony 

Becomes herald. The heart of his machine 
Is organic, beating to break the steel air. 
The ear then stalls fear. It is the black hole 
In our bodies. That soft and strange portal

Through which the brain’s mystery 
May be dared. This machine makes you new
The Host helps you see this. It’s becalmed 
Opening shows you that while you float 

Or swim you are held by a different process, 
A point at which the flesh is peeled to show 
Purpose as the secret root felt through 
Music is how sign and space truly meld. 

The chords sweep and clean. The synth 
Takes your talking. You are travelling now 
Through said portals. You are unravelling
Soon you will bare everything sensate, 

Each pore. This is sound as skin. 
This is the ear’s evolution. 
This is the star’s revolution 
Against the bracketing frame of our stare. 

The Host welcomes you into a house
Without walls or shelter. Zapo De Ray 
Builds a palace from intangible dreams 
And dark stairs. You are his notes. 

You are astronaut to his angel. 
The music he has made lasts forever. 
It is a hand through the cosmos
Humans you are not alone. 

Someone sees you. 
But we must listen to their learning 
And then show them all

How to care. 

 

 

 

David Erdos 16/2/23

 

https://zapoderay.bandcamp.com/album/in-the-heart-of-the-machine

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