3rd & The Mortal Myriad Of Peep-holes
The nimbus of the moon Resting on a bitch - dark sky Pierced by a needle A myriad of peep - holes Illuminating The moist earth against my ear Hear the moles industrious search for a lair Who throws the serpents swimming in the air By the birches Wings are trembling The beetle buzzes Waving its feelers Come drink with me The moonbeams will make us reel Who throws the serpents dancing in the air
