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蓝色盘

Good morning, great Moloch

Bright nothing
Sunflower
Selling your peacocks
At the corner of sight

Good evening, bloodmother
Far-off
And broken
A nexus
A typhon
A walker on stilts

Shipdreaming
And arctic
A polar explorer
A seagull
And seahorse
Crossbred
And unborn

Good morning, great Moloch
Great silence
Burntriver
Driving home darkness
At the close of the day

Good evening, bloodfather
Smudged by the twilight
Made iridescent
By the tongue of the sea

Quicksleeping
Equator
A patchwork
Of terrors
Bound up in brightness
From swallowing gold





5 Hypnagogue 5

I was awake, dreaming
Of new dystopias to run to and hide within
And new faces to wear
And new bodies to inhabit
And new lies to guzzle
And how I loved
The moon, and its sheets of seeds
The moon tiding in your body
The smell of your blood breathing
And its taste in the sea in the south shining my feet
Till it seemed as if they were made of dew
And pearls of huge beauty
Whilst your mouse-like breath was
The hand upon my clock
And one each breath I came nearer
To my silly and shining end






While the Night Rejoices Profound and Still

As we stared beyond the windows there
Over all the gardens
That have never been
And will never grow again
How long
How long
The shining winking stars

The clouds too high
So high
Pointing to some final star
The dull face of the sky
And the sound of the calling
Of the distant village bell
And all that
The sun is not enough for us
Any longer
And her smile
Though she wears her hat
And her cheery rays
Do not blanket with their glorious glare
The burning body
With distorted nimbus
I see too well
Just beyond my neighbour's house
It does not blank out
The last sigh of the soul
Whilst the night rejoices profound and still
At the edge of your street
Both shadow and destroyer
But not alas
The comforter




Earth Covers Earth

The wind blowes out; the bubble dies;

The spring entomb'd in autumn lies;

The dew dries up; the starre is shot;

The flight is past; and man forgot



Earth covers earth

Time tryeth truth







Calling for Vanished Faces II

If only I could take You all at once:
I would take You for ever and ever and only so
lose myself in You
And so I smile and skip greengodlike there
The picture of allrage alllust and wanton
The Inmost Night
And lay waste to the playgrounds
The concrete covers all
The grass sleeps and waits to rise again
It listens for the final Trumpet of
The Inmost Light
And I clench my left hand
Then I open it: the gods I loved
are alldead; pages, metal, signs allgone
(Edward Alexander in some sadhome falls alone
And sees, clearly now, the Inmost Light)

The sadness of the Inmost Light
The growl the grip aan final sigh
Paint by numbers of the Inmost Light
The plasticformillusion
We just have time to swallow
Before the doorknock of the Inmost Light
He waits at the door He waits at the door
And if You see me try to grin and then I hide
Myself behind a ball
A sign I wish to play and run hideandseek
The sound is gay and full of joy
It masks the binding of our eyes
The scorch of all the bonefire burns
We hop and skip and trick and treat
Just watch Your heart and soul and all
And watch Your back - it's waiting there
Unsmiling there
Unforgiving there
So broken there
The Inmost light
Howling
The Inmost Light

bad bad bad Inmost Light







All This World Makes Great Blood

Sorry then bird flight
Passes across my window
Sorry then dog crouches
Under the still sun
Sorry then oi je
Regrette tout ce ue
J'ai fait
Où le soleil se couche I
Lie me down I lay
With Your body under the
Honeysun
Suckled lovewing mine
You were
I was not yet dressed Tibetan red
And into You, as You'll recall
I fled
The twig-smashed landscape
Is rolling and waving
Wolf wild wide wind walking
Soft smoke star space stalking
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This is the comic book end
We have waited for
And not believed in
Oh nearly not at all
Oh nearly not at all
Once when we were young
Oh once we were so young
And the rainways licking the glass
Made us the observers of
the distant distance
We there watched the
sky's goddy tears
Only once did GoodGod cry black
And then all the clockmovements start
To crick crack crick
By the hairs on my head
By the stare in my eyes
By the pain in my heart
I shall whisper through signs:
All this world makes great blood
All this world makes great blood
All this world makes great blood
All this world makes great blood
All this world makes great blood
All this world makes great blood
All this world makes great blood






Mary Waits in Silence

I shall return no more
The sea covers me
To pick gold from the skies
I shall wait beneath the spaces

I shall return no more
Imperium et nihil
The silence has folded
Inside and out

And Mary waits in silence
Imperium nihil est
In the gap between
His thought and his word

Something is finished
And something is born
In the place where words cease
In the moment when

Actions no longer matter
Oh the sky may darken
The curtain tear
She shall wait

Silver dust falls from her hair
Waits a span or a time
Sketches of her life swirl
Around her silence silent

The sounds of her silence
The forms that they take
They cover me still
My fingers twist in pain

Words are finished
And I come swiftly
And with a vengeance
And Mary waits in silence






Judas as a Black Moth

A car sweeps by with a murdered child
A car sweeps by with a violated girl
A car sweeps by with it's trunk full of death

I can't hear the voice
I can't see the face





Gothic Love Song

I'm clicking your fingers for a gothic twilight

that actually existed just in your head

your fingernails painted black

or bloodred

I forget


And your fake-leather volumes

jabbering on hell

manifest decadence was what you hoped to exhail

your eyes tried so hard to glitter



A star-snuffing black

so you opened your books

and you opened your legs

and so opened your heart

and let in the badness

you claimed

as your friend

with un-angels hovering

like flies round the orchard

that had covered your soul

their empire increasing

and your country

deserted by yourself



The bells of St. Mary call us to remember

that life is with end

and the gestures can kill us

moreover destroy

and there is one jugdement only



Your letters came daily

in French or in German

but they meant to me nothing

I caught the slow cords

and dry ice fogging your mind

I see all too clearly now

why you should be discarded

and though I could pray for you

I probably shan't

having had my cup filled up

with your lies

and your makeup

you were nothing

thinking you're something



And nonetheless I still write this gothic lovesong

a sign to myself

and the memory of my past

I still write this gothic lovesong

and the memory of my past

and a way to shut out your face







The Bloodbells Chime

Sell all you have give it to the kittens
And pour the milk on Louis' grave
And Catland sometimes called Pussydom
Opens for you instantly it's the inmost light!
It's the inmost light
Somewhere over the rainbow
On the goodship lollipop

There oh there
Goodnight
The inmost light
The happy children rise all from their pools
Eyes still sealed
Sleeptight
With mud and night
It's their inmost night
Goodnight

And yet still I which I could dream as when young
Sleeptight
As she came to me so young and honest
Goodbye

Yet the bloodbells chime
I do not notice them I shall not notice them
Yet the bloodbells chime

Tommy Katkins still send his regards
Frozen for ever on some animal somme
The last thing on his mind is marriage
But the call of home and heart

Yet the bloobells chime
Yet the bloobells chime
Yet the bloobells chime





Walking Like Shadow

I lose myself
And dream of worlds
That lie between
Your fingers

And hide behind
Your eyes,
And dream of forests
And forts of snow

Where we may kneel
And hold each other
In our still
Young arms
'Till the moon
Goes out...
And sleep and kiss

You know it's time
It's only time
Who passes
Between us

Our shadows long
On the grass behind us
In the bushes
And the fields

The poppies
Drowsing still
As the sun
Drops down

In system cocoon
Meet silent children
It's only time
Who lies between us
It's only time
Who creeps toward us
And not some croaches
At our door

It's 7 o'clock
Stuck forever
His face
Behind the dial

When the snake
Is dead
They put roses
In their head
When the roses
Die
They put diamonds
In their eye

We all speak
Unknown languages
To each other
We're all half dead

The motion of the hand
The skeletal grace
Unconscious
Under bright yellow moon

We are walking like shadow
You and I
You and I
We 're walking like shadow
You and I






Sleep Has His House

And so all of your suffering
And all of your pain
All of your pleasures
And all of your gain
All of your losses
All of your pastures
All of your plains
All of your fields
All of your bodies
All of your joys
All of your countries
All of your flags
And all of your waters
All of your tunnels
All of your worlds
All of your seahorses
All of your breasts
All of your beasts
All of your dustmotes
All of your colours
All of your troubles
All of your rains
All of your comets
All of your moons
All of your birds
All of your rents
All of your marvels
All of your winds
And all of your nothings
All of your everythings
All of your gods
All of your angels
All of your masters
All of your slaves
All of your islands
All of your waves
All of your machines
All of your dreams
All of your laws
All of your loves
And all of the dead
Have pity for the dead
And sleep has his house
Sleep has his house
Overwhelm me
Overwhelm me
Forever
Forever
Sleep has his house







Time of the Last Persecution

I must stand by the side of the mountain
I must be where I know I must be
When you stand and face the gas masks and truncheons
You must know what it all really means


It is the time of the last persecution
And Caesar shall be raised
He will ask for his feet to be kissed by your sister
And your children will fear at his name


Do not avenge these deaths do not avenge them
You must know what it all really means
It is the time of the Anti-Christ know what I say
Make for your own secret place


And others will join you there
And you wait for the ships in the air
And you wait for a sign like a trumpet sounding
And you go out and walk to the Christ
And you go out and walk to the Christ






Long Satan and Babylon

Long Satan and Babylon are walking
They're talking of fire and of ice
Of the silence that stalks in the forest
And a Christ spun out of the worlds

Long Satan and Babylon are moving
Through a world ripped away from its centre
They shear through the rushes
They follow the night night night night

They want want want want want want
Everything
Long Satan and Babylon are rushing
They are hurtling away
From the centre of things
They are running from the inside

The wind cries full and in them
Cuts through their emptiness
Hoof on stone
Claw against sun
Where to look in an unknown

Where to search in the vast whole
Piggy-back cross oh piggy-black cross
Into the silence thundering
As they only hear the silence

They do not hear the pain
But Christ sees everything
The little children are falling
They'll topple till the end of the world

Long Satan and Babylon keep running
Through a universe empty of sound
Though the world makes dark shadows
You must look in your heart
In the dark
You must look in your heart





Sadness Song

When we touch the world
And it falls away
When we feel that we're born
Just to fall apart
And our mother lies in state
And the broken pitcher glistens
And the snow is at the window
Creating neither sign nor symbol
And the earth covers earth
And the mud lies in pools

Where the sand-dunes stretch unbroken
And the dry wind bends and sighs
And the geese are running harmless
And our desires are running wild
Then we're looking at the smoke
That's rising from the incense
Neither coming here nor going
Neither heaven here nor hell
Neither borning here nor birthing
Neither dying here nor death

And we're wrapped inside our troubles
And we're wrapped inside our pain
And wracked with fires with longing
And our eyes are blind with night
With our fingers clutching coins
And our thoughts burning with 'I'
And our eyes cannot be sated
With the world and its nightmares
With the world and its dreams
Though later they'll be filled
With a small handful of dust
And the gods appear on the altars
And we recognise their face
It's a face that we have carved there
And it's full of fear and longing
And promises and threats
But they neither stoop to conquer
Nor do they stoop to praise
And the mines are void of diamonds
That we carry in our rags

Then all the world seems
A sadness song
And all the world seems
A sadness song