Night! Death! Storm! Omega!

Meanwhile, back in the real world
 I compass the weather
 And wonder if ""I love you""
 Is the verb-the first and found
 The first sound that shone forth
 The ⲗⲟⲅⲟⲥ, the first formed flesh
 The thumb staining the gown
 Claiming the throat in the crowd
 Sunny are the fireflies
 The night stuck so close around them
 Their beams bold in the blackness
 Clumping the dark before them
 Throw little lightnings
 On the shellboxes
 And the peep sheen show
 Lures the baby to its death
 Boys into centuries
 That is how they made them
 Saddle black helicopters
 Place Royalty in their tiny windows
 The dodo, the doom
 All that breed and bold
 The cheque leads the master
 Above the marvellous call of Christ the "Comet
 Fireball" above you
 And under your feet
 Is the heart that will pull you downwards
 Clownwards into the unemptied crate
 That hisses and chatters
 Above the crates of bliss and ciphers
 Are empty
 The place, the noon
 Is empty
 The analysis queues and arrows soar
 Fly, fly, fly the eagles
 Back to the joker and the furniture veneer
 I waited in the snow
 For the flowers to unsleep
 And petals to become landscape
 And the laughing boat to sail
 To send over the towers of the village
 But you better meanwhile
 Always, BABYLON
 Was breathing and bubbling "flame"
 And "fires" flying in the scarmarshes
 Of the stars: "BaalStorm"
 Put yourself in my place
 Put your face in my mask
 The hated taskmaster
 In the troubled heart
 That burrows deepest into the slit I stole
 The oven "boils"
 The laundry soiled
 Mundane massacre in NH
 7 die in the street or the Church
 Or under the canopy of the clifs
 Red the soil
 And lamblike the clouds
 Clambering over the Semitic cedars
 Of beautiful Lebanon
 The lily is snatched
 Into the ravine
 But the hook, the hand
 The honurs and your calves sped by
 In the twilight of "BaalStorm"
 Sing Omega
 Sing Omega
 Do not let Omega sing you
 Open the door
 To left and right
 Hell
 But in the ascent
 To the "bloodflood"
 That lambs down
 The woundway
 Wonderful
 On the way down the highway
 To the heights
 The stones slept by sulphur
 But mainly wax was the moon
 Sunshone on the salt
 The columns of praise
 Down we tripped
 The loaded tranceway
 "Salaam! Salaam!"
 The thistles cover up the hooves of the "storm"
 Crayon and chalk streaks in my hand
 I stripped my mind and soul away
 And hastened the face
 Of the imperfect "storm"
 Her craters dreaming of the perfect dark
 Herded sawn
 The split of the atom
 The infinite leak
 Leaches syllables like snow
 From the central crown
 The dirt ascendant
 The prickly "fires"
 Of the Last Night Twist
 The crease of the eyes
 "Boiling" in the face
 Who stares from the trenches
 The mask of stars
 The plants which joust
 Struggle for the exit train
 I saw the dragonflies alight
 In their splitsecond glory
 My mind was on the line
 On which the nightsoil drifted
 How dear was metal
 How precious the milk
 How murderous the corn
 The barley, the wheat
 ""Your flaxen hair"", the "cliché" sang
 ""As golden crop on the Rhine""
 But watch for "storms", inclement weather
 Freaks of nature
 The ruby cow
 Ashen in a threeday temple
 Watch for the wood of blood
 The witches dancing tightly
 The light fantastic
 Sing oh Sing Ⲱ
 Don't let the world download you quite
 As quaint as the song sounds
 Sing away the rust on the throat
 In the Marian blue boat
 I glance at the pots, the shards
 Search for "ostraca" in the heiratic stain
 Poor memes of breastplates
 And lances and armour
 The master archer grows arrows in the grove
 Before your pagan fall
 The olive groves held gods
 Dreams leaked onto tongues
 And shed lots
 In the cool olive evening
 Before Sodom and Salt
 Set the world on "fire"
 The "breeze" picked up