Do you know the warm progress    under the stars?       Do you know we exist?       Have you forgotten the keys    to the kingdom       Have you been borne yet    & are you alive?       Let's reinvent the gods, all teh myths    of the ages       Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests       [Have you forgotten the lessons    of the ancient war]       We need great golden copulations       The fathers are cackling in trees    of the forest       Our mother is dead in the sea       Do you know we are being led to    slaughters by placid admirals       & that fat slow generals are getting    obscene on young blood       Do you know we are ruled by T.V.       The moon is dry blood beast       Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers    in the next block of green vine       amassing for warfare on innocent    herdsman who are just dying       O great creator of being       grant us one more hour to    perform our art    & perfect our lives       The moths & atheists are doubly divine    & dying       We live, we die    & death not ends it       Journey we more into the    Nightmare    Cling to life    Our passion'd flower       Cling to Cunts & cocks    of despair       We got our final vision    by clap       Columbus groin got    filled w/green death       (I touched her thigh    & death smiled)       We have assembled inside this ancient    & insane theatre       To propagate our lust for life    & flee the swarming wisdom    of the streets       The barns are stormed       The windows kept       & only one of all the rest       To dance & save us       W/the divine mockery    of words       Music inflames temperament       (When the true King's murderers       are allowed to roam free       a 1000 Magicians arise in the land)       Where are the feasts       we are promised       Where is the wine    The New Wine    (dying on the vine)    resident mockery    give us an hour for magic    We of the purple glove    We of the starling flight    & velvet hour    We of arabic pleasures's breed    We of sundome & the night       Give us a creed       To believe       A night of lust       Give us trust in       The Night       Give of color       hundred hues       a rich mandala       for me & for you       & for your silky       pillowed house       a head, wisdom       & a bed       Troubled decree       Resident mockery       has claimed thee       We used to believe       in the good old days       We still receive       In little ways       The things of Kindness       & unsporting brow       Forget & allow       Did you know freedom exists    in school books       Did you know madmen are    running our prisons       w/in a jail, w/in a gaol    w/in a white free protestant    maelstrom       We're perched headlong    on the edge of boredom       We're reaching for death    on the end of a candle       We're trying for something    that's already found us       Wow, I'm sick of doubt    Live in the light of certain    south       Cruel bindings       The sevants have the power       dog-men & their mean women    pulling poor blankets over    our sailors       I'm sick of dour faces    Starong at me from the T.V.       Tower, I want roses in    my garden bower; dig?       Royal babies, rubies    must now replace aborted       Strangers in the mud       These mutants, blood-meal    for the plant that's plowed    they are waiting to take us into    the severed garden       Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful    comes death on a stranger hour    unannounced, unplanned for       like a scaring over-friendly guest you've    brought to bed       Death makes angels of us all    & gives us wings    where we had shoulders    smooth as raven's    claws       No more money, no more fancy dress    This other kingdom seems by far the best    until its other jaw reveals incest    & loose obedience to a vegetable law       I will not go    Prefer a feast of friends    To the Giant family