Now chased by the shapes of your vows   Look at the things she allows   Junction fever must have closed down the rail   The gluttunous wind keeps on nibbling the sails   Queueing in the ruins in the wake of the gale it's   Harmony I say      Hear the difference between close and near   The way oaths and oafs interfere   Bliss comes first as a jangling flood   Pillow from the old country arrives with a thud   That night she drinks ceremony and mud it's   Happening I say      Must be thirsty, drink, drink, sink, forget   Must be empty inside the shadow cabinet      She offered her chaos to me   Proffered herself languidly   The eldritch bitch must have muddled her spells   Tinges of Persia, Ihope that it sells   Chemical nuptials and ringing the bells   It's heavenly I say   Then one winter morning you walk through the trees   But they cut them all down for the factories   Made this pretty cabinet and gave you the keys   It's hardly used I think