the inmost light itself

		and when i saw the little children sing
		their mouths were red and sad
		their lipsticksealed smiles
		and in their minds they hold and hope some sign
		some hope
		the gaudy sequinned dragging banner of the inmost light
		around my eyes the sewers spew and laugh
		the fallen flower gazes at me reaped
		the crippled cuckoo falls brokenwing
		and turns around to me and brokenbeak grins
		from its head
		thus so no fear thus so it has arrived
		the inmost light
		and if i turn my head for shame
		and see my lovers' rivers burst and folding there
		i'll cross my eyes and close my heart
		and whisper to her womb
		greatbloodgreatsilencemymotherthemysteryofall
		nothingmaygrasptheenoonemaygraspthee
		letmeholdtheenowohcomeohcomeatlast
		the inmost light
		
		oh God i trail my hands up to my eyes
		up to my eyes up to my eyes up to my eyes
		and say if only then my light and if only if only if
		i had not despised
		the inmost light
		and so i kneel at bluegate blackmouthdeath
		and offer as my feeble explanation
		i thought so much was left and so much
		time to praise and call the inmost light
		
		and i suppose full half and more of these are dreams
		some broken code of morals rising after i had touched
		her very pith and marrow oh her inmost light 
		
		if i could scatter children
		if i could scatter children 
		
		and while i gaze and count my coins
		after your godgoldglow they're dead
		the head is dead and lead
		i see and feel the hiding glow blaze behind you
		the inmost light
		and if your lips are taut
		don't move your teeth to speak
		the lines will start to fall
		and pull the structure of your world
		then all apart
		and thus you'll see you'll call the inmost night
		it wispered to me and laughed and said you
		lied and shamed the inmost light
		and if you recall i bent yewlike and roared
		you did not see the cloudburst wind dead towards you
		of the inmost light
		our hands tumble towards the skies
		the block visions of the inmost light
		and if i pointless arch
		and spit white nothings at the sky
		oh bigboys check it out too fucking late
		the children move through town
		and skip tornskirted and roll the hoop into the arms
		of the inmost light	
		sheer char shrift and sharp
		Christ is risen you may creep to the cross too late
		but it's much too late to welcome the inmost light
		branch sallow willow yew and tree
		not so gay no more
		so falling faster and faster we fall
		nearer cataclysm
		or salvation
		or nothing how terrible
		i we are snuffed out with just the momentary mark of smoke
		to array our passing
		so we stand milky in moonlight 
		
		is this all there is?
		is this all there is?
		is this all there is?
		our eyes so fixed
		that the darkness surrounds us
		unnoticed
		and we are drowned by the loss of light
		unnoticed
		is this all there is my friends?
		is this all there is? 
		
		goodnight goodnight the inmost light 
		
		westron wynde when wyll thow blow?
		the smalle rayne downe can rayne can rayne
		Cryst yf my love were in my armys
		and i yn my bed a gayne 
		
		will you wait for me there by the dead clock?
		no more dying
		one red bird
		will You meet me there?
		before i sputter out?
		dragonflies and mayflies
		hovering candles
		as alabaster guardians for me
		if you open that door
		all hell floods out
		but quietly drably
		the colour of
		the smell of
		the texture of
		dust