You could counjure up a garden
of brightly coloured words
they shimmer and sparkle with cadence
they grow in the cracks in the pavement
but all you can see is victorian manners
vermillion eyelids white knuckles clasping
a book with no pages
will you ever know the raptures infernal?
your breath is eternal,
but blows only though you
your eyes are all white
an antelope summons you
come,come,come in come in to the mothlight come,come,come in come in to the mothlight come,come,come in come in to the mothlight come,come,come in come in to the mothlight
come,come,come in come in to the mothlight come,come,come in come in to the mothlight come,come,come in come in to the mothlight come,come,come in come in to the mothlight