The Nudes Lift Shields For War Lyrics

The West got the rest it deserved assured
Drowning under oysters
Sailing on their disappearances
Underwater, but infallible the blossoms
In the far night under the tabernacle
The mermaids drift joylessly
Queer metermaids
Snapdragon elves
Invert against Aeons
That guided missiles
Into the Alchemist's home
The credit card is cancelled
The Storm, her eye on the sores
And the eyes and ears
Of wild blind eyes
The buckethome
Of the unready phrase
Grand marsch of the Nife
Naught. Death. Storm. Omega,
The traffic-lights flicker out at Mamre
The last thing I saw were your eyes
(they were) as loud as stars
As mute as the twilight sinking
Over the olive tree
Licking the flames from
The burning bush
Scales (...] stairs, always up.
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The monsoon was drive by storm(s)
Into the valley(s)
By chic tombs the swallows drift
Ironic to their end
The kittens fill turquiose cages
In time to the milkmaid's slow calling Pain in the plough in the fields
The green greedy fields
Bleed lace and dream
(I dream I saw the cogs as seraphim)
Machines and chips
And Aladin('s)wires
The alleluia buzzes
Brimming with sounds of storm(s) and vowels
As voiced by the deaf
On the palates the shapes and their heads
Like berries lush in the summer
We were all ready to drop
The sound of the storm was spears
Ripped phrases from the 'First Garden Log'
Sensational news! The nudes lift shields for war!
(but) swivel and bank to the left
Breast bared, the amazon and
Blind lens shut(s) over rivers
Hovering illlly over the mist
The cataract approaches might in grins
Growls borrowed histories
Maps are scored and scraped
Debris, white pens, rust, root
Swarf, machined, bad fait
To (Ususususususus) us, us, us
The clouds drown in mists
Covers the sow, the bristle
The tiny mouth huddled in the box
Of blisters

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