God In The Political Asylum

Many blurred dead king's faces

Move photolike through time's gape and gauge

The dull drum's thud and drone

Is not heroic battlebeat

This is the grey clock's cog

There are not the banners of heroes

Or flags we should fly

These are not proud pennants

These are the clothes of prisoned mind

These stumps of man on boxes

Are not the vox or voces

Of god or gods

They are the forms of the breaths of dust

This is the great ocean of birth and death

Kye ma kya ma

Oh paradise

Never lost and not to be gained here

These are not the heroes

These are not more than drenched earthtops

These are not more than you or I

Listen:

I swear by the blank of the moon

(Under the archen stars I stand alone)

I swear by the spiting sttreaming sun

These cups of fire, of waterred scales

That cover our laughing round of spaces

Are nothing

Nothing

Like tho mouse with horns

A fable full of lightless dark

You are now to me the lost queen

The new age and her train moves on

Behind the smiling lips concealed

The clacking jaws of gummy rictus

Not motionless but motionless

The savourless lines of open lies

Proclaim:

"This is a bes

It shall ever be

Think of the things

That shall never be"

And our soul stalks empty hearted

Empty-handed

As it hangs its light

On hooks of symbols

Hooks of gods and goath and hooks of crooks

You must know: this is not paradise

Father time spins on and grins and skips his

Scythe

Over our flowered heads

And takes us to the muddy house

Of dreamless sleep

Oh this is not paradise

All the empty buildings clutching

Bags of pain and bone and skin

Masks of despair and waterbruns

The bells ring out and make no sense

They make the skies bend

Through you wait for me

This is not paradise

(Through you wait for me)

This is not paradise...