Aleph Is The Butterfly Net

And the clip-clops increasing

Singing the Blues and Ends and Reds

Oh Hallucinatory Mountain

Full of beauty and pain

Cry become many

Pasture Moon scorpion

Grow numb cord invisible

Sleep paradigms

Horn burns and flesh

Suck beneath roofs

Chew prisons skin destroyer

Destroyer Murderer

Morning whirlwind

The crocodile devours everything

Except the watchtower green fields

Min is mine

Not thine

It's Kitten Time at

GreatCrystalShrine

I am the butterfly net

And I see bad things arising

And crimes committed at night

Under the brow of the desolate Hill

Whilst Aleph grins

And says: All is good time

And Cain as sharp as grass nods

All is good crime

I have had many men in me

The frame is empty

Ⲁⲛⲟⲕ ⲡⲉ

Ⲁⲛⲟⲕ ⲡⲉ

Ⲁⲛⲟⲕ ⲡⲉ

You sailed away

On the rush boat

Onto last rivers

Styx or Thames or Nile

Woman in pale blue

Man and peach

And the cats and cows

In the club the old men

The old women

Die Bingo

The pyramids are on wagons

Go to Mecca and harbours

But I am not the disco

I am not the memory of Pilate

I am Aleph I am Adam

With Rickie Lee

Me and tea

By the bridge of sighs

With ice cream and clouds

Of chemicals and cancers

But I am not the disco

The voice gasps out

Aleph says: I am not the disco

Adam says: I am not the disco

Aleph and Adam spill out

For the first 26 years

I assumed the death posture

And swallowed spunk like butter

Cut my fingers

Stretched hands and peered

Through the gauze

Grew moons or flowers

And threw up robins

And the beaks of Kings