He is in Her place
But Her chalice pours when we must drink
This New Aeon implicit in Time
Lights Her path just when He must go
Dead Clowns' procession walks
The flower withers to their song
Their vision kills the faith
Their crucifix spays the Earth
But who gives birth to the blessing?
N.O.S. is over
This time the New meets the Old
Backstager soul
Is Truth for everybody to know?