Are you shivering? Are you cold? Are you bathed in silver or drowned in gold? This dream’s a vitality With filaments as fine as a spider’s web Pour through your mouth That pour through your mouth O river of silver, O river of flowers I lie down and shiver in your silver river Out drips the last drop of this vital fluid
Our life has grown weary The stars have grown old Are you still shivering? Are you still cold? Are you loathsome tonight? Does your madness shine bright? Are you loathsome tonight? In the oceans of the moon
Swimming squidlike and squalid This bright moon is a liquid The dark earth is a solid
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