I Dreamt I Was ÆON - Current 93

When I came over the water

I saw her face glory on the sea

And I have come to draw you to me

—put yourself in my place

The surface seas in the mirror, the grass, the gorge

Mark Mark Mark this—

The filled with teeth

The choir boys hymned

But the splinter—you are real

of stirring robbed my eyes

I came over the water

To shape you and fill you—

These are more than hosannas for the gallants

In their galleons on their stallions

I came to state the teeth of the truth—

Her vulture runs to refuge

But refuses the tongue

Tight that night’s grip on the light over Naqqada

Stung memory and slayed cells

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