Man, Serpent, Astral Ring

Give me your weary
Your sorrowful
Your dejected
Those who lift their heads yearning for unbridled smiles
Those abandoned by this land of Elation, bereft of fun, faces heavy with gloom
Give them to me
Let one rest their hands upon my shoulders
Then let another rest their hands upon theirs
We touch one another, letting Elation circulate through every organ in our bodies
We form a serpent, spreading laughter and joy through every street and alley of the arcadia
Every human we meet along the way, every imagenae, will join our procession
We are like a ravenous python, never tiring, never sated
Until at last we connect head to tail around that Phantasmoon, becoming its crystalline astral ring