On the thirty-first day of the summer moon

In the marketplace

Somebody touched my hand and said

I was a woman of taste

Then with a flutter of wings

Amid the clutter of things

I saw the Venusian Diamond through a sea of grace



It said, 'Lay all of your money down

And I will be your own

Do it if you can

If you don't, you better leave it alone'

Then there appeared a serpent hanging

Like a thunder rope

He said, 'Pull me'--I did

And fell into the wrong end of a telescope

So I began to run

I knew not to where I'd come

I could hear the Venusian Diamond and it

Gave me hope

It said, 'Shatter all your images

And I will be your own

Do it if you can

If you don't, you better leave it alone'

Selves

Selfish

Selfless

Self