With Flowers in the Garden of Fires

You look beautiful still in the cloths
 You wear in the photograph
 If you could see the missiles that count time
 As I have seen them and ride them
 ["I am the hare with the eyes of coiled ropeDrawing the teeth of the lupine moon"]
 The Hunter lounges beside her studded with petals
 Magnifies the Valley
 In the Garden of Fires
 ["Come with me and take my handAnd walk the Gospel Milewide Smile"]
 The head of the face
 Of the grave of heaven
 The fear on the tiny smile of
 SilverFlashState
 The agnoised pain of collisions of Crescents
 The apocalypse girl—Chiara in her hat—
 Sits and talks to atoms and planets
 That descend from the trees
 Bending their knees
 She calls my name knowing
 She is famed for the flowers
 That pour from her teeth
 Sometimes before Aquarius
 Gave birth to murders in armour
 Oh yeah! camoflage!
 Before the Stars of the Seas contacted me
 When we were still [Æons]
 Long, long times ago
 Haunted I wound string
 Haunting them
 Pulled umbilical cords from lovers' dream
 Made savage thread
 Worshipped pricks or frocks or creatures
 Called ["Oh Lord!"]
 Or ["Death!"] or ["Party!"]
 Look! The walker is on the grass
 Ebony or words for forms
 Let's piss peace on the shadows
 The ["Oh Yeah! Oh Death!"] chorus
 Rolls like sores over the wreckage
 Of minor moons and white electrics
 Lectures on despair
 Points to the Queer Queen's toes
 In silk or shit or space