Planet - Current 93

Naked you were bare to the LightBringer

Bore all and whilst the dogs dance

Backwards and leaf folds and clocked

The terror of dawn

Near twilight half-lit the new god grows

Claws at play

And moves on to Rome

The last Star on the hip

Of the beautiful mother

Perfect as Planets

Perfect as the small mouse in corn

Perfect as the kiss of the Queendom

On the hills by the hills at the hills

Heavy with dew and kindness

And mixed with legends of Stars