Magog at the Maypole - Hypnopazūzu

With nothing hymned but just

The CockCrow omnipotent

Oh, we all know the groves' drone

And its stippled promises

And I just heard a young woman say

«The bag of tits later»

But so late for the crows

Who touched her with their paint

Neither coming nor going but WAS/IS/SHALL BE

Neither coming nor going but WAS/IS/SHALL BE

Neither coming nor going but WAS/IS/SHALL BE

Neither coming nor going but WAS/IS/SHALL BE

Herded cows towards her

Her HelloHead nodding assent

To execution dark drawn in

Blind Spain, blind hand

Hit me with dark tiled eyes

Hurt heart, tip the Brock cap

Eating FireColouredFun

Dreaming marble

Neither coming nor going but WAS/IS/SHALL BE

Neither coming nor going but WAS/IS/SHALL BE

Neither coming nor going but WAS/IS/SHALL BE

Neither coming nor going but WAS/IS/SHALL BE

Eyes flick through space

Licking unlipped at Main Street smash

Tracking smack and noise

Rhyming «MaidenHead» with «Snow»

Printing smut in the Ship sheep greet

And fire in your heap peeps:

ALL THINGS MADE NEW

Those are the sparks that are life

Neither coming nor going but WAS/IS/SHALL BE

Neither coming nor going but WAS/IS/SHALL BE

Neither coming nor going but WAS/IS/SHALL BE

Neither coming nor going but WAS/IS/SHALL BE