Tongueling

Test me honey against these windswept plains

i'll tell you not one of these trees give fruits

not one of these clouds has not cried to live

all these clocks you hear instead of bees

enter the mouth of never and slide away

beat the electric sunshine to its death

and watch the warmest day take your flowers

shallow hands are holding plenty

the fat drops beneath the covers

where it dries and becomes gold

with your whistle, they will come and dig it

hate to give away the ending, dear

all the living will swiftly turn to dust

so now i suppose we better never ever shiver

under the telescope hides the curious eye

the unknown reflected in its blackness

and blankness for never looking behind

not knowing all is not knowing nothing

free flowing as wind singing like berries

dropping to the floor and, rotten, speaking

turn me into your sweetest fall

honey drips from your sweaty mouth

and seeps through rock upon water

with your love, i will come and dig it

hate to say what you already know, dear

all the living will swiftly turn to dust