When I came over the water
I saw her face glory on the sea
And I have come to draw you to me
BaalStorm—put yourself in my place
The surface seas in the mirror, the grass, the gorge
Mark Mark Mark this—"is everything all right?"
The breeze filled with teeth
The choir boys hymned "Hark the lark"
But the splinter—you are real
Smokes of stirring robbed my eyes
I came over the water
To shape you and fill you—"I am Æon"
These are more than hosannas for the gallants
In their galleons on their stallions
I came to state the teeth of the truth—"I am Æon"
Her vulture runs to refuge
But refuses the tongue
Tight that night's grip on the light over Naqqada
Stung memory and slayed cells
"Women twice slaves: in bird and in bed"
ⲗⲁ ⲓⲗⲁϩⲁ ⲓⲗⲗⲁⲗⲗⲁϩ
"The haunted face of the middle of the road follows me home
Pencils and bombs
Cells and fall
Idols—fall!"