The invisible church

Born into your mouth

Dreams purr into your cundom

From your horizon of grace and bolts

And heard the water breach in Cox

Your children are my children

I and you sourced them

And soared up to the streams and quit

Thus I misspelt all

The saids—heard just swirls kill tuned

Funnelled and bred the dark night

He hummed to me and ergo ego

The voice in voice and void

If I hinted "his is the fog"

Would you swim drinking mist and agree

With me that "oh how divine to sink

Or swim dreaming of him and Al and

La belle époque splashing twins and the..."

And the Gospel—live and die

4 last things whilst the train chuckles along

Hymning your traced seed?

Shall we—can we—execute?

I heard lists of houses, creeks, small fishes

With Judah banners—there was something

Dead in the jigsaw

Well jagged you sped into the twilit

Plucked thistles kissed cowslip

Drinks hosted to the goddess Shirley

Frater—what is the state of ghosts?

The sex of stars?

In the frame of the lashed face

Under the turretted galaxy

On that boat I smelt of horsies

And whistled the death plumb disco

Anger and stupid arise

In my moon garden

Pulled straps on my lips

And read Acts VII: 48 read

Romans II: 2 read

Romans II: 23 read

Romans too II: 29 and

Approach the gentle core of the sealed

And the master of the moonsmile

It is all Greek to see and Spell

And count drinking the letters

Crowned with bars and nails

Those flowers grew