this is not paradise

		many blurred dead king's faces
		move photolike through time's gape and gauge
		the dull drum's thud and drone is not heroic battlebeat
		this is the grey clock's cog
		these are not the banners of heroes or flags we should fly
		these are not proud pennants
		these are the clothes of prisoned mind
		these stumps of man on boxes 
		are not vox or voces of god or gods
		they are the forms of the breaths of dust
		this is the great ocean of birth and death
		kye ma kye ma
		oh paradise
		oh paradise
		never lost and not to be gained here
		these are not the heroes
		these are not more than drenched earthtops
		these are not more than you or i
		listen
		i swear by the blank of the moon
		(under the archen stars i stand i stand alone)
		i swear by the spirrint streaming sun
		these cups of fire, of waterred scales
		that cover our laughing round of spaces
		are nothing
		nothing
		like the mouse with horns
		a fable full of lightless dark
		you are now to me the lost queen
		the new age and her train moves on
		behind the smiling lips concealed
		the clacking jaws of gummy rictus
		not motionless but emotionless
		the savourless lines of open lies
		proclaim
		this is the best it shall ever be
		think of the things that shall never be
		and our soul stalks empty-hearted
		empty-handed
		as it hangs its light
		on hooks of symbols
		hooks of Gods and goats and hooks of crooks
		you must know this is not paradise
		father time spins on and grins and skips his scythe
		over our flowered heads and takes us to the muddy house
		of dreamless sleep
		oh this is not paradise
		all the empty buildings clutching
		bags of pain and bone and skin
		masks of despair and waterruns
		the bells ring out and make no sense
		they make the skies bend
		but make no sense
		though you wait for me
		this is not paradise
		(though you wait for me)
		this is not paradise
		this is not paradise
		this is not paradise
		(this is not paradise)