grand romantic organ, play us the tune
that once droppt the moon into the sea
and rivaled the sun for its ecstacy.

highplanted truths, second story ryhmes,
accidental poetry has made a world of mimes.

Every now and then nor the fasted none the wiser ever be, come to me, and juniper lace wrings the necks of gigantic priests.

Oh me Oh my, the rotten asshole in the sky
Oh you Oh yours, the green apple is only hers.