Aleph is the Butterfly Net

And the clip-clops increasing
 Singing the Blues and Ends and Reds
 Oh Hallucinatory Mountain
 Full of beauty and pain
 Cry become many
 Pasture moon scorpion
 Grow numb cord invisible
 Sleep paradigms
 Horn burns and flesh
 Suck beneath roofs
 Chew prisons skin destroyer
 Destroyer Murderer
 Morning whirlwind
 The crocodile devours everything
 Except the watchtower green fields
 Min is mine
 Not thine
 It's Kitten Time at
 GreatCrystalShrine
 I am the butterfly net
 And I see bad things arising
 And crimes committed at night
 Under the brow of the desolate Hill
 Whilst Aleph grins
 And says "All is good time"
 And Cain as sharp as grass nods
 "All is good crime"
 I have had many men in me
 The frame is empty
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 ⲁⲛⲟⲕ ⲡⲉ
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 You sailed away
 On the rush boat
 Onto last rivers
 Styx or Thames or Nile
 Woman in pale blue
 Man and peach
 And the cats and cows
 In the club the old men
 The old women
 Die Bingo
 The pyramids are on wagons
 Go to Mecca and harbours
 But I am not the disco
 I am not the memory of Pilate
 I am Aleph I am Adam
 With Rickie Lee
 Me and tea
 By the bridge of sighs
 With ice cream and clouds
 Of chemicals and cancers
 But I am not the disco
 The voice gasps out
 Aleph says "I am not the disco"
 Adam says "I am not the disco"
 Aleph and Adam spill out:
 "For the first 26 years
 I assumed the death posture
 And swallowed spunk like butter
 Cut my fingers
 Stretched hands and peered
 Through the gauze
 Grew moons or flowers
 And threw up robins
 And the beaks of Kings"