I could not shift the shadow
Or form sugar for your halos
Channelled table-taps from ghost gods
Prowled and slept in steep ships
Mixed mythology with pathology
Tossed a coin and hymned the groves
Then did you scent the wind drop
And count the codes of seeds?
And did you call the night „bright“
And drink the sex of stars?
Or might you cartoon 'Ιοδας