Those Flowers Grew

Those flowers grew
 Tauta grapho humin
 Hina, and Babylon blethesetai
 Babylon kai never found but
 In your heart the ghost of Gary Glitter
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 In black dragon dance
 Blethesetai, blethesetai
 There was no Hanging Garden
 Nor sable, nor nail
 And Saul became Paul
 Before the ascent on his fall
 From Adam to Eden
 And from Eve at the Feast
 From Cain at the apocryphal pomegranate feast
 From the moving fingers
 That wrote for the šarrum
 And the crash of the image
 And the death of the lineage
 From Shadrach and Meshach
 At knee in the flame
 With their friend in the end
 In purpureal stain
 From the tip of my tongue
 To the drought in your heart
 From the ships in the sky
 And the pyramid eye
 From the cobbler at rest
 And the night in her nest
 And the firemen at play
 Whilst her moon eats the day
 From the singing fingers
 And the hooves of the stars
 From the heavenly writing
 That is written in dusk
 From the archer and the scorpion
 And the stars behind them
 From the goodnights and sleep tights
 At the end of the knife
 From the "Thank Christ" and "Praise God"
 When we're naked as bone
 From the ghost on the telephone
 Screaming for home
 From the quick in their bed
 And the beds of the dead
 From the E'N šiptu in the clay
 And the utter Judgement Day
 From the plagues and the rage
 And the noose of the news
 From the barrage of mirage
 That barcodes through bars
 As a thief in a blink
 With the lamb as the link
 With the question and answer
 The prophetic cross dancer
 The gift and the rift
 The present and desert
 The field of bled woods
 The farmer in Akeldama
 The leukos, the logos
 The alpha, the pi
 The burster of graves
 The looser of slaves
 The fear in the night
 Oh, when Nyx mounts the light
 The spring in your step
 And the bend of your neck
 To the sword with no peace
 Nor cozy release
 To the camel and the cub
 And the jaybird above
 Oh, the warrior, the quarreler
 The quarrier
 Angry as clouds
 Drowned by the rain
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 I lashed my flower high
 And said "Thank you, night!"
 Make the clay as wet as your wedge
 The Greek dark mouth
 Copper or bronze dusk
 More like, I am approaching the Train God
 And I shout at the pentagram hexagram
 Under your telegram
 With your Hammurabi eyes
 And your Serapis smiles
 Your spirits of the air ran through me
 I vanished, which celluloid gift told me that?
 Or hit me with spermes?
 The winged seed or the flurries of your treat
 Oh, bend your eyes into her
 She was the pinnacle mysterial
 The finger at the tip of your heart
 The mist of your milk
 I recalled your eyes
 Enter into the Christ-All mountains
 Often tasted your breath
 Heard the angelic breaths parter
 And praying I would descend or ascend into your hole
 I went to hear messengers clash
 Or spell time out
 In constellar pieces
 Touched your dark close
 Cloud to my closed lips
 And waited for St. Mary to announce
 Bells forever at a quarter to 10
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 Stone witness piled high
 Jacob's portal, hole in the sky
 Energy of light, fire of might
 Rift in the universe appearing in the night
 Stones cry out, witnesses alive
 The portal is open, hole in the sky
 Living stones in a pillar so tall
 Witnessing energy with light like a ball