how I burn for something new.
when lies become the truth
what comes before existence and a never ending day?
a thousand tails that shake their dust,
from the frozen mouths of distance
to the scent of Cleopatra,
with her leopard skin as pure as I am green.
three words that heal the promise of a scar,
where ivy grows and melts a thousand stars,
so shall I crawl unseen into the circle of a grave.
no fear of death save all I\'ve yet to learn.
how I yearn for something new
to ride a thousand pages
to the water shrew where lives a morning sun,
a festival of cabaret where breaks an honest voice,
swimming \'neath the sinews with my iron blood and curls,
to where all men march with toadstools
to the pancreas where flakes a cloven myth.
the sixteen strings of copper
where no dawn breaks, so breaks the devils tail.
how I fear the something new.
the long haul to the quiet rose
with sympathetic eyes on the yellow corn of doubt
drifting with a pacifist with knuckles white and cold.
it is time to harvest king and queen alike.
no sound will stray from where I last belong.
god speed to summer\'s nest,
where no dawn breaks, so ends the devils song;