The Sea Priestess

On the sea coast of Tibet

Egyptian Aztecs are arriving from Norway

They've been varnishing the woodwork for forty-three centuries

Here, Nature is naked, her acrobats bathed in blood

There's a beast of prey on the threshold of pleasure

And the giantess, sea priestess, beckons the passers-by

"Do not lose sight of the sea. Do not lose sight to the sea."

Her wizened mouthpiece whistles with silver fishes

Swirls of spider-crabs crackle like Wimshurst mechanicals

All around her, jellies are diaphanous

After washing myself clean, I had breakfast with the sea priestess

Whose sibilant esses are escaping gas from the sea floor

The sea priestess lays on a bed of nails

Twenty-seven lead soldiers at her head

The sea priestess is escaping gas

The grass that grows is turned to gas

Gas fired from a gun, herbal hydrogen

If it goes any faster there'll be an astral disaster

If it goes any faster there'll be an astral disaster

We spent the rest of time

With furious faking of dreaming

Pissing tiny diamonds, and passing the time wondering

Whether we should walk down the same path

That had introduced us to the valley the day before

I was woken three times in the night

And asked to watch whales, listen for earthquakes in the sea

I had never seen such a strange sight before

Somehow I think the soft verges of insanity

At the hard shoulders of reality

Point past signs posted in the past sea

It's probably a lack of poor visibility

And something special in the sand

And the essences the rocks on the seashore make

The men here are desiccated like mummies

Been out in the sun for thousands of years, walking along

The women stuff themselves full of collagen and other animal remains

I don't think we'll stay here long

As soon as the ships have been rebuilt, we'll be out of here

Into the sun

Our ship was wrecked on the sea coast of Tibet

The first thing we saw were several Egyptian Aztecs arriving from Norway

Here all nature is naked

We watch acrobats bathing themselves in blood

And over the doorway is a beast of prey

Straddled on the threshold of pleasure

And a giantess, sea priestess, beckoning the passers-by

She implores them, "Do not lose sight of the sea."

She says, "Do not lose sight to the sea."