O' woman crying in her crowded heart, sleep one more day
with me in my nightmare hell-
O' dwindle in the shade of spades-
O' return to the valley of icy stew, where the tiger mourns his lost wheel-
O' where are our lovely stars, in the fields of endless skies-
O' rapture and silence-
O' greedy fool, let you stop that drool-
O' climb with me to the heavens of speckled dust, where forests of hatred
burn like wonderful amber moons-
O' why does thy heart dive and swoop-
O' what is it behind your corner of gold that the lions hide away from the ancient songs of everlasting beauty-
O' food soft and moist I lick thy sweetness from her brow-
O' soft and frail ***** cat, where is your steaming ball of yarn that thy
plays with in the cold sun-