We're all trapped in the spiral on the steps of a cathedral, cylindrically bound to either heaven or the ground and the sounds of far off trumpets make you think the walls are falling but they're just practising for a wedding at the palace on the Mall and when we think we've seen it all they dream up another nightmare into which we fall and the whole thing starts again.

I have prayed to God and to Goddesses
and
confessed to many a sin
put my money in the offertory
swore off from drinking gin
and then was sure I was nearer to Godliness
until I saw the Goddess grin.