Around me: I stand on the shore The waters are black and swirling I hold a black mirror in my hands The /swastiked/ winds sweep around me Their arms the
"Consider the lillies of the field" Consider the carnage and massacre Consider the love and embraces Consider the hangingred skies Consider the pain of
Then I looked into her young eyes From eighty years she looks back Into my young eyes And she is gone To where? Where has her soul gone? Body found yes
Sorry then bird flight Passes across my window Sorry then dog crouches Under the still sun Sorry then oi je Regrette tout ce ue J'ai fait Où le
Circles within circles We ride through them all Circles within circles "In the midst of the Southern regions..." There a man rests and weeps This year
Into the bloody hole we'll go Oh no oh no Into the sharp swords we shall go Oh no no Or be tugged anyway Goodbye goodbye Goodybye goodbye Shake those
We've got a farm, a barn of a farm Right in the middle of a swamp There ain't any charm in our little farm Right in the middle of the swamp Now nothing
Adam stands on docetic mountain The woman's face is full of stars In the words of the book And with the lips of the book And the trumpet and the seal
I am leaving when the leaves fall I am returning when the eyes open I am hidden when the eyes close I am between lips and lids My murder shuts quiet His
"Bounce the Ball still Softly round it on all sides. The Goal is in each Kits Eye The Ball fixs each eye open: It roles to each paws love; Bounced
Anyway murder they say Please murder My face was watching braille dogs Hammering out belonging to the sky Their wings form shutters From Alan's window
These are the dregs Of last grains of the age May be the hourglass Of earth covering earth But not in Betlehem Not in Jerusalem Not in Chorazin And not
I Behind my walls are my Cats. And behind my Cats is a Peacock singing to me of my death and yours. I said to her "In the silence of an eye, I shall
Nero with his axes And piles of skies gurgling Behind him Diocletian smiles And the garlands of meat fall tall Who made the windmills? And who made the
King after king after king Then queen then queen then king Dead in lines and dead in singular They are dead they are dead Altogether dead
Mignonne, allons voir si la rose Qui ce matin avait déclosé Sa robe de poupre au soleil A point perdu cette vêprée Les plis
Into the menstrual night we'll go Hey ho hey ho Into the blue woods we shall go Hey ho ho Into the blue woods we shall go Hey ho hey ho Beyond the blue
So: this Empire is nothing Before me the green fields are stretched out The broken body of a cat glows there And the shimmering flies fall This Empire
