Baalstorm! Baalstorm!

Meanwhile the flowers

Choke under stars' ash

My mother the train

The sound of the dead

BaalStorm! BaalStorm!

And Sarah Deep Tree

Hears the cuckoo sing

She alone perfect

Just her and me shaking

And Jeanne d'Arc-parfaite

Was inside her

Saw the flames in her mane

Heard her name: the most important dream

Bowered with figs and dates and

The flowers on fire

The French flamme

Beauties for the Beast

Is full of grace-don't you think?

I'd love to talk to you about everything

And then: Then I remember our days in Roma

Remember all our words

So what were your dreams

Whilst you sat in your womb?

Uncreated children saw BaalStorm

Your voice over clouds

Crackling blue Murders

The Moon full of fire

And you when I left

I thought of you in the arc

And arxon

And preyed over Hills

Suckled Rome's breasts

Well-to speak Coptic Red

To the Beautiful Hosts in the deserts

But left nothing to space?

The yard is full

And piled up

There is no room

Here at your inn

And your voice was high

Full of longing

And I was in UrNight crease

And singing machines would creak

Slowly the bird is lost

Singsongbird at the scene

Of the final spool

Oh the sea oh the night tight

As tight as the noose

Set loose galaxies in BaalStorm

The stars filled with milk

Crush the faces of peace

And the lovely church full of form

With loss

But the face

The murdered burden etnew

Metallic face and metallic taste

The head below horns

Face peeks Barbie pink

The rains on the heads

The masks on the dead

And they breed teeth

And the years draw by

They're too soon expected

I am at the sea

The sea is perfect

The tiny underpass

I see brothers and sisters fornicating

The children curse

And future flames lick

Around the dimpled toes

Their pits as big as their mother's mouth

And their father's face

And fear is not yet

Just the plastic swan

And her perfect throat

Down her neck

The seeds slip by

And through the trees

Minor murder perhaps

Whilst the world remains exquisite

And perfectly unused

The hedges collapse

The herd is smiling

And in the streets

The constellations slaughter crabs

So set at Æon

Set at Æon

Rearise as the clocks sink by

Click sick time to

The honeysuckle rose

It goes as it rose

The bark sailed by

The flower fields

You were faint

As the honeysuckle rose

At the arch wall

There was void

And I dreamed to teach

The world to sing

Struggled at night

Sick with dreams

Of storms and vowels

Poured mud into old friends

Faces faces

To me at the wall

In night

Or easier earlier I saw

Columns of red

Mesh floods over me

Called for the next gash

The smash of history pulls me

Back to some up

Swung into Bykers

Haunt: I love you

More than you storm me

And so I see

Amphetamine easy

Lost in the crouch

And mouth of you

Who know your names

Sweet in the gut

Of the fumes of engines

Have I never left grace?

Moving slowly

Moving slowly