i dreamt i was aeon

When I came over the water
I saw her face glory on the sea
And I have come to draw you to me
BaalStorm-put yourself in my place
The surface seas in the mirror, the grass, the gorge
Mark Mark Mark this-is everything all right?

The breeze filled with teeth
The choir boys hymned Hark the lark
But the splinter-you are real
Smokes of stirring robbed my eyes

I came over the water
To shape you and fill you-I am Æon
These are more than hosannas for the gallants

In their galleons on their stallions
I came to state the teeth of the truth-I am Æon
Her vulture runs to refuge
But refuses the tongue

Tight that night’s grip on the light over Naqqada
Stung memory and slayed cells
Women twice slaves: in bird and in bed
La illaha illallah

The haunted face of the middle of the road follows me home
Pencils and bombs
Cells and fall
Idols-fall!