I'm hungry and tired but
i won't go home,
Got too many sisters,
Mom and dad's getting old,

How can i make it
on my own?

Or else drift in madness
where the world never turns,
And the fields make these noises
all night long—

I'd rather come up,
Find some honey to bone,
Take her around then
get another one,

Any challenge ours to meet,
Every treasure won;
Spending all my riches
on the eye of the sun—

Or else sell myself short to
bask in the mud.

Sometimes i like to sink
so low i don't know
where i am,
i don't know
where i put my keys,
Don't even know my name,

Making my rounds
in a cloud of smoke
with a retinue of foes
for friends;

Where we can toil
all our time away
in crazy plans

To move the sun
up rock and hill,
throu vein and bone

Over into
the sea,

Wishing for secrets
from unquiet skies of
future sights unseen.

We know to hope
they're hard at work
behind the scenes

Out of reach from any sound,
Beyond the highest thought,
Invisible across an astral scene, too

Aeonian home,
Forever free

The planets are like
great eyes to me,

My wife owns the moons.

The kids have turned
all fix'd and strange,
Been feeling awfully tame,
Poor things,

Remembering days
insane with esprit,
Moving willingly
through tilted palms,
On crescent waves,

Surrounded by
the clearest ever blue,

Deep under sanguinary hues
and tropic reverie that loom
to meet the sever'd, melting sun,

Arising horizons,
One hundred and one

As violent as fire,
Enough for them all!