Beyond I am
Bails out the stars
Starting the sound of
First the air goes
And then the heart
So was that Omega point?
Just butterfly to the sun
Points fingers as the graves awake
"The Moon is dead!
Long live to the Moon"
And Ms. Tricky hides
Beside your lying eyes
The hotel snuffed in snow
In the wrappers
The rubble was sugarsweet
Smelled of paper eyes
And the lovely smoke
Of the forests burning in the storms
BaalStorm
And in the house of mercy
On the airline screen pops up in prophecy
"Passenger Aleph in Name"
So I caught in the worlds
Of the starmakers
And the fakers of grief
And there was no sadness
In the tractors broken
Over ghost fields
On the wall of grace—buffeted by the BaalStorm
Bowed heads as sinners' turns of phrase
And bowed trace mild in the heart of the wood
At frost or fear
She was Queen Apollo
She was Queen of Gates
"Well, the Lamb's Blood's washed me clean"
Called me to sing Omega