Remember the Book - the age-old Book
that said strong drink was raging?
Well of that strong drink I took
and I know I must be aging

Aging prematurely-
my thoughts have gone asunder
Torrid dreams and primal screams-
who wrote that Book, I wonder?

Hold me like a mother.
Kiss me like a sister.
Teach me like a father.
That I may be your brother.

Strange flowers
with a strange hue.
Strange birds
over them flew.
From a strange leaf
dripped a strange morning dew.
Still nothing stranger than...
an estranged you.