Farewell the temple master's bells
His kiosk and his black wormseed
Courtship solely of his word
With Eden guaranteed.
For now [bad word] #39;s tears of glass
Make saffron sabbath eyelids bleed
Scar the sacred tablet wax
On which the Lizards feed.

Wake your reasons' hollow vote
Wear your blizzard season coat
Burn a bridge and burn a boat
Stake a Lizard by the throat

Go Polonius or kneel
The reapers name their harvest dawn
All your tarnished devil's spoons
 [bad word] beneath our corn.
Now bears [bad word] #39;s garden roam
Across his rain tree shaded lawn
Lizard bones [bad word] the clay -
And there a Swan is born

Wake your reasons' hollow vote
Wear your blizzard season coat
Burn a bridge and burn a boat
Stake a Lizard by the throat

Gone soon Piepowder's moss-weed court
Round which upholstered Lizards sold
Visions to their leaden flock
Of rainbows' ends and gold
New tales [bad word] #39;s peacock brings
Of walls and [bad word] thousand fold
Prophets chained for burning masks
And reels of dream unrolled ...