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, 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
The first day was golden And she colored the Sun And she named it Hyperion And she made it a day of light and healing
The second was silver And she colored the Moon And she named it Phoebe And she made a day of enchantment and the living waters
And the third was many-colored And she colored 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 colored 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 colored Chronos And she made a day of idleness and repose Whereon all beings cease from struggle
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 color 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
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 color 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 foot spells 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 discord, 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 t