III
The Shekels of the Shore
l'allegro
Where we are one dream dreaming
Where the ink is only beaming
Where the light and shadow pounces upon the shore
Where this wonderous fall to death
Is all that's really dead
Where what we say
Is all that being said
Where we first met and meet
Well dressed will runs deep
Blessing and being blessed
A slipper of time upon our feet
Where we know the scourge of time
The hearth of unforgotten rhyme
Begetting handsome holy strife
The beat of breasts that breathe this life
In sweat of years
And milk for tears
The body, mine,
A shrine for fears
OF laws, substantial
Hearken'd Ecclesial
Wedding bubbles with the beer
A taste for luminosity
In the fulcrum of a year
Vision born of vision
In life blood, cunt is risen
A holy hill
With cave-like troubadour
The holy history of a thought
Lives where the rhythm
Pounces upon the shore
Not gone, not left
Not dead from theft
What's one is two
What's two is one
Once more
Dare we speak cunnilingulese
If, by moonlight, ransom frees
The fisher king of Tantalon succor
Of mercantile astonishments
And rosy crimson compliments
The son o' hoary crime
Contagion in a store
Where guilty things
Don't act surprised
So much as wide-eyed infant eyes
Whose laws we do but dream if we but live
Propriety for a shekel
There's a vision daemon dreaming
Of the riches that did flow before the flood
Of birth the earth in fire's girth
The wisdom glow in lust to know
The owner of our fate
And fate's true blood
The water of our memory
Or the motion of our love
Or the unfamiliar ravages of rime
Our name is free
In vanity
Eat me and remember Lady Time
O I am you
And you are me
As certain suns rise
Mainly on the plain
For the root that raises to be blessed
Is blessing us with us
In dream the faeries of dimension
Quicken throbs of comprehension
And delight the world with ecstasy's disdain
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