Beyond I am
Bails out the stars
Starting the sound of---
(Wait!) first the air goes
The the heart
So was that the Omega point?
Just butterfly to the sun
Point fingers as the graves (a)wake
The Moon is dead!
Long live the Moon!
And Ms. Tricky hides (change)
Beside (by) your lying eyes
The hotel snuffed in snow
In the wrappers
The rubble (was) sugarsweet
Smell(ed)s of paper eyess
(With the assurance)
Of the chequer-board
(and) the lovely smoke
Of forests burning in the storms
(and sands of) BaalStorm
(And brief false glory of the 19th last King)
And in in the house of mercy
On the aril(line) screen pops up the prophecy
"Passenger Aleph in Name"
So I caught under worlds
(of) the starmakers
Fakers of grief
(and) there was no sadness
In the tractors broken over ghost fields
(In the peace of their pain)
(and the murderface)
On the walls of grace, buffeted by the BaalStorm
Bowed heads
As sinner's turns of phrase
Bowed trace mild in the heart of the wood
At frost or fear
(Apparently) she was Queen Apollo
(and) she was Queen of Gats
"Well, the Lamb's Blood has washed me clean"
Call(ing)ed (us) me to sing Omega
-------------
(So up she trotted, the Instructor
Boyserpent, spiritual girl
Apples in her belly
The fruit of the stolen enclosure
The perfect paradise
The pearly grate
The perfect murder mount
Once upo a time the emerald bird
Arose in its hundreds
Of thousands
With his 'n' her eyes
Tickertaping:
"If paradise was twice as nice")