The messengers with sharpened heels

Flew backwards into whose galloping arms

And the impassioned Phoenix

Drawls a sad goodnight to fiction's tomb



Then come to me secretly

And with your silken feather

And with your silken feather

Open your rooms



Never, in fact, as he gazed amazed

At two lost eyebrows lisping into the unexpected

And the archetypal postman delivering your seed letters

Whose eyes are black eggs really

Upon a long shore, upon a long shore

Open your door, open your door



'Ask anyone,' he muttered, as he spat a small,

Brilliant blue insect whirring into the gauze.

'I would advise stilts for the quagmires,

And camels for the snowy hills

And any survivors

Their debts I will certainly pay.

There's always a way, there's always a way.



I smiled with that gallantly concealed forceful nervousness

That has proved that oysters cry

And that I have come to know and accept as myself.

And plucking a barbed feather from the morose universe

I called him deathless

And he left before he could reply

Open your eyes, open your eyes



Our first father, Abraham, whose bosom

Was the unique soul of the humans

Was certainly as bewildered as we are

If not infinitely more so

And with an ancient ceremonial gesture of dismissal

He pointed forward.



Verily, verily

Verily, verily



The first day was golden

And she coloured the sun

And she named it Hyperion

And she made it a day of light and healing



The second was silver

And she coloured the moon

And she named it Phoebe

And she made a day of enchantment and the living waters



And the third was many-coloured

And she coloured the earth

And she made a day of joy

With the scarlet strength of seed



In the fourth black and white were mingled into quicksilver

And she coloured Mercury

And she made a day of wisdom

And the signs that are placed in the firmament



The fifth was bright blue

And she envisaged Jupiter

And she made a day of awe and circles, circles

And she sent it to guide the blood of the universe



The sixth was burning with icy, green flames that glowed white

And of her beauty she made Venus

And she made a day of love

Whereby all beings are united



The seventh was rich purple of the mollusks

And she coloured Chronos

And she made a day of idleness and repose

Whereon all beings cease from struggle.



Verily, verily

Verily, verily



I am the pebble in your very own eye

I am the sword and your enemy dies.

I am the storm and the hurricane wind

I am the thorn of an unkind friend

I am desire what colour my eyes?

I am Loki wizard of lies

Catch me, find me, see me if you can

I am the guilt of an honest man



Then seven times we raised our arms and with cat-stretch

Sent our footspells yawning into the multitudes



In need we called upon the mother of all living

Three times for succor

But with ambitious spears they made us change

They crouched behind their mirrors and fought on.



I will not allow them praise

That broke the harmonious globe in splintered fragments

And yet they moved perforce with a perfect pattern

And complemented harmony with dischord

And light with darkness



It was then that we stepped out of our world machine

Between the palm and the fingers

Peeling like gloves



And for each eye that shed one tear,

We made of that tear an ocean

And in the five directions

We loosed our several craft.



Wild sea, I say today,

Please be a sweet cow for me

Amethyst galleon, out on the rolling sea

Gentle as lightning, easily

Take me to the root of the world tree

Amethyst galleon, out on the rolling sea



Your face is consumed in a bruised sky's glance

By the brazen wall with your sword and lance

Where

Where dappled maidens, endless danced

Round the root of the world tree.



Wild sea, I say today

Please be a sweet cow for me

Amethyst galleon, out on the rolling sea



Wild sea, my love is salty for me

Every ripple in her body is a wave in me

Amethyst galleon, out on the rolling sea.