Night Shout, Bird Tongue - Hypnopazūzu

Neither coming nor going but

WAS/IS/SHALL BE

The UTTER ANCIENT OF DAYS:

The GOLDEN CHARIOT—

Unlucky us—

The ancient dater is dead

And by the time you read this

(This is PalmLight twice)

(This is PalmLight twice)

(This is PalmLight twice)

The light over the Moon

The Sun and its tails

The tall grass

Bending like words

As new as shells

As nooses over the Moon

In frank kisses at WolfLight

Stars lips like killing queens

Tracking time

Through teeth and wings

The middle angels

Did not speak

And did not speak

In teeth and winds

But their words

Rushed like winds

Reporting laughter

Joyful in your mountain

Splashing drones at Ēostre

Wiping away

Kings and Things

Skipping synagogues

(April—May—June—JULY)

(April—May—June—JULY)