I'm Afraid I Wasn't Much Of A

Should I Not Hear, As I Lie Down In Dust, The Horns Of Glory Blowing Above My Burial?

One Cricket Said To Another - Come, Let Us Be Ridiculous, And Say Love! Love Love Love Love Love Let Us Be Absurd, Woman, And Say Hate! Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate And Then Let Us Be Angelic And Say Nothing.

It Is Moonlight. Alone In The Silence I Ascend My Stairs Once More, While Waves Remote In Pale Blue Starlight Crash On A White Sand Shore. It Is Moonlight. The Garden Is Silent. I Stand In My Room Alone. Across My Wall, From The Far-off Moon, A Rain Of Fire Is Thrown. There Are Houses Hanging Above The Stars, And Stars Hung Under The Sea, And A Wind From The Long Blue Vault Of Time Waves My Curtains For Me. I Wait In The Dark Once More, Swung Between Space And Space: Before The Mirror I Lift My Hands And Face My Remembered Face.

Time In The Heart And Sequence In The Brain-- Such As Destroyed Rimbaud And Fooled Verlaine. And Let Us Then Take Godhead By The Neck-- And Strangle It, And With It, Rhetoric.

Death Is One Dream Out Of Another Flowing.