Those flowers grew tauta grapho humin

Hina, and Babylon blethesetai

Babylon kai never found but

In your heart the ghost of Gary Glitter

In black dragon dance

Blethesetai blethesetai

There was no Hanging Garden

Nor sable nor nail

And Saul became Paul

Before the ascent on his fall

From Adam to Eden

And from Eve at the Beast

From Cain at the apocryphal pomegranate feast

From the moving fingers

That wrote for the šarrum

And the crash of the image

And the death of the lineage

From Shadrach and Mishach

At knee in the flame

With their friend in the end

In purpureal stain

From the tip of my tongue

To the drought in your heart

From the ships in the sky

And the pyramid eye

From the cobbler at rest

And the night in her nest

And the firemen at play

Whilst her moon eats the day

From the singing fingers

And the hooves of the stars

From the heavenly writing

That is written in dusk

From the archer and the scorpion

And the stars behind them

From the goodnights and sleeptights

At the end of the knife

From the "thank Christ"

And "praise God"

When we're naked as bone

From the ghost on the telephone

Screaming for home

From the quick in their bed

And the beds of the dead

From the ÉN šiptu

In the clay

And the utter Judgement Day

For the plagues and the rage

And the noose of the news

Through the barrage of mirage

That barcodes through rays

As a thief in a blink

With the Lamb as the link

As the question and answer

The prophetic Cross dancer

The gift and the rift

The present and desert

The field of bled woods

The farmer in Akeldama

The leukos the logos

The alpha the pi

The burster of graves

The looser of slaves

The fear in the night

When Nyx mounts the light

The spring in your step

And the bend of your neck

To the sword with no peace

Nor cozy release

To the camel the cub

The JayBird above

The warrior

The quarreler

The quarrier

Angry as clouds

Drowned by the rain

Lashed my flower high

And said "thank you night"

Make the clay as wet as your wedge

The Greek dark mouth

Copper or bronze dusk

More like I am approaching the

Traingod and I shout at you

"Pentagram hexagram

Under your telegram"

With your Hammurabi eyes

And your Serapis smiles

Your spirits of the air

Ran through me

I vanished which celluloid gift

Told me that

Or hit me with Spermes

The winged seed

Or the flurries of your treat

Bend your eyes into her

She was the pinnacle mysterial

The finger at the tip of your heart

The mist of milk

I recalled your eyes entered

Into the ChristAll mountains

Often tasted your breath

Heard the angelic breaths

Parter

And praying I would descend or ascend

Into the whole

I went to hear messengers clash

Or Spell time out

In constellar pieces

Touched your dark close

Cloud to my closed lips

And waited for St. Mary to announce

Bells forever at a quarter to ten