| And when I saw the little children sing |
| Their mouths were red and sad |
| Their lipsticksealed smiles |
| And in their minds they hold and hope some sign |
| Some hope |
| The gaudy sequinned dragging banner of the inmost light |
| Around my eyes the sewers spew and laugh |
| The fallen flower gazes at me reaped |
| The crippled cuckoo falls brokenwing |
| And turns around to me and brokenbeak grins |
| From its head |
| Thus so no fear thus so it has arrived |
| The inmost light |
| And if I turn my head for shame |
| And see my lovers' rivers burst and folding there |
| I’ll cross my eyes and close my heart |
| And whisper to her womb |
| Greatbloodgreatsilencemymotherthemysteryofall |
| Nothingmaygrasptheenoonemaygraspthee |
| Letmeholdtheenowohcomeohcomeatlast |
| The inmost light |
| Oh God I trail my hands up to my eyes |
| Up to my eyes up to my eyes up to my eyes |
| And say if only then my light and if only if only if |
| I had not despised |
| The inmost light |
| And so I kneel at bluegate blackmouthdeath |
| And offer as my feeble explanation |
| I thought so much was left and so much |
| Time to praise and call the inmost light |
| And I suppose full half and more of these are dreams |
| Some broken code of morals rising after i had touched |
| Her very pith and marrow oh her inmost light |
| If I could scatter children |
| If I could scatter children |
| And while I gaze and count my coins |
| After your godgoldglow they’re dead |
| The head is dead and lead |
| I see and feel the hiding glow blaze behind you |
| The inmost light |
| And if your lips are taut |
| Don’t move your teeth to speak |
| The lines will start to fall |
| And pull the structure of your world |
| Then all apart |
| And thus you’ll see you’ll call the inmost night |
| It wispered to me and laughed and said you |
| Lied and shamed the inmost light |
| And if you recall I bent yewlike and roared |
| You did not see the cloudburst wind dead towards you |
| Of the inmost light |
| Our hands tumble towards the skies |
| The block visions of the inmost light |
| And if I pointless arch |
| And spit white nothings at the sky |
| Oh bigboys check it out too fucking late |
| The children move through town |
| And skip tornskirted and roll the hoop into the arms |
| Of the inmost light |
| Sheer char shrift and sharp |
| Christ is risen you may creep to the cross too late |
| But it’s much too late to welcome the inmost light |
| Branch sallow willow yew and tree |
| Not so gay no more |
| So falling faster and faster we fall |
| Nearer cataclysm |
| Or salvation |
| Or nothing how terrible |
| I we are snuffed out with just the momentary mark of smoke |
| To array our passing |
| So we stand milky in moonlight |
| Is this all there is? |
| Is this all there is? |
| Is this all there is? |
| Our eyes so fixed |
| That the darkness surrounds us |
| Unnoticed |
| And we are drowned by the loss of light |
| Unnoticed |
| Is this all there is my friends? |
| Is this all there is? |
| Goodnight goodnight the inmost light |
| Westron wynde when wyll thow blow? |
| The smalle rayne downe can rayne can rayne |
| Cryst yf my love were in my armys |
| And I yn my bed a gayne |
| Will you wait for me there by the dead clock? |
| No more dying |
| One red bird |
| Will You meet me there? |
| Before I sputter out? |
| Dragonflies and mayflies |
| Hovering candles |
| As alabaster guardians for me |
| If you open that door |
| All hell floods out |
| But quietly drably |
| The colour of |
| The smell of |
| The texture of |
| Dust |