As the delta mines its run,

there s no one source, there s just the sum

of masters, slaves.



The laying bare of tortured souls.

A lonely wail, sensuous moan.

Sober, stoned.



Once upon a time

my fascination grew.

I found myself at the foot

of a Blue Pyramid.



Tucked within the mountain s robes

are Jazz and Country, Rock and Soul.

Hip Hop, Doo Wop.



Timeless tones of gold

haunt a lost plateau.

There is no turning back

on the Blue Pyramid.



Its power and magic grow

in echos, new and old.

Never may it peak -

the Blue Pyramid .