Whalesong.

Bare beach
There she blows
And there she breeches!
Always outta reach
This briny brain's a
Black leech
Latched to
Each his own
You know you'll
Never be alone

So forget about your broken horse
And your big blue house
As a matter of course
'cos the drowsy dormouse
Has finally woken from his alarm's last snooze
He's feeding his head
Where a shadow pursues
Your sinking ship
Through the darkness
Lips
Of the sirens
Set your name down
To let it bring the
Rain down
From the heavens and bathе 'em in

The pale moonlight and
Sеrve 'em with a spoonful of
Starry nightspore
The time is right for

A visit from the harvest moon
Whose horns tilt down
Like the devil's heirloom;
Whose veins run dry;
Whose twisted jawbones swim
In a serpentinian din
With the echos of nephilim
Beneath a shopworn game of
Life
And chopped by a Swiss
Army knife
Into pieces that
Chained down
Still reach to pull the rain down
From the heavens and bathe us in the

Pale moonlight and
Serve us with a spoonful of
Starry nightspore
The time is right for the pale moonlight
Served up with a spoonful of starry nightspore
The time is right

--
Say the word and let the rain fall down
Break the levy; bring the flood; let's drown

--
Rainfall
Stain glass shards eating the hallway
Creeping from the crawlway carved into the rock
Jaguars go unseen
Grieving dragonflies
Move between the
Pale moonlight and
Everybody's spoonful of
Starry nightspore
The time is right for the pale moonlight, and
Serve us all a spoonful of
Starry nightspore
The time is right