The winter night ululates
The sound echoes across the maedow
In a land of permanent bliss
I heard the thunderbolt of Zeus in locomotion
A millwheel spinning
The willow bark has started to peel
I observe the colourful rills
The hookah smoke
I am the chrysalis with mammoth dreams
Arcadian, white skin and bones
In bellows of pain
As dirigible as the wind
Reticent and kind of Argus eyed
I have no elbowroom
Snapping like a magnet
I follow the ocean and the moon
Hoping for Albion
It\'s difficult not to be distralt
In a leap year
Dark clouds are sitting in the sky
Sitting rhapsodic, I\'ve been cut to the quick
Dipped into a reverie like I was a lapwing in flight
In the dead of night, my muddy footprints can be seen
From the highest bulwark in Tartarus
In the dark I tear myself apart
Yarn convolutes in a coil
I\'m running from the mauve peasouper
The fruit has been spoiled
There is no cure that can fix this
Prithee, let it rain a shower of silver and gold
The first Faoilleach drought has ruptured my spirit
I\'ve went and morphed into an eagle
The toe twisted
The toe turned blue, then black
Swastika red adders have launched diural attacks
It\'s ridiculous, total claptrap
I seen the sheet anchor pass the pelican crossing
It disappeared with dreamboats and paper planes
Like buttered adrenaline
It\'s time to catch a turtledove.