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I saw the slot of the sun
The final cut of the sun
Start like a hare
Over the shoddy grey walls
I saw you dimple and crease
And turn a card from the pack
By your bed
As though swords, cups, discs and wands
Might tumble into your head
And give you a glimmer of something profound
But your gods made no sound
The gods made no sound
Your gods made no sound
You were cartwheel and sommersault
But not at your ease
I was not at my ease
As through unfolding vistas
Of dullness and deadness
I saw the metal buckets
Fatigued and buckled
With nimbus of rustflowers
In sheds by the lake
I was already falling and fallen and lost
And it was not at your cost
And I was not at my ease
And it was not at your cost
By aimless pools with no surprise
I counted the flickerings of your eyes
And saw the magical bird
In the magical woods
Fly over the hills
And far away
From the sea it's you I see
By the glowing seashore it was you that I saw:
The magical bird in the magical woods
- Album:
- The Moons at Your Door
- Sing Omega
- I Am the Last of All the Field That Fell: A Channel
- How I Devoured Apocalypse Balloon
- Calling For Vanished Faces
- Sleep Has His House
- Soft Black Stars
- Of Ruine Or Some Blazing Starre
- Lucifer Over London
- As The World Disappears...
- Earth Covers Earth
- Imperium
- Dogs Blood Rising
- Swastikas For Noddy
- Aleph A Hallucinatory Mountain
- Christ And The Pale Queens Mighty In Sorrow
- Miscellaneous
- Thunder Perfect Mind
- Non-Album Releases
- Black Ships Ate the Sky