Take the words out of your
mouth like a nectar
from the Gods
Take the silence of the
Night as a sign the
world you should
Adore
Take the rising babies’
cries as a hope of re-
awakening
And the sweet breeze of
the Mountain–as a Secret
to be keeping–
Take the useless laughter
As a sign of departure–
Take the fools and Drunkards
As the models of Failure
Take the pain in the Heart
As a sign you are living
Take the Howls of the
Owl as an explanation
why–
This World you should
Adore–
And count to four, till
you jump in the water
And wet your Sacred Fur
To taste the glittering
purple Secret of
the Gods
The nectar of Inspiration,
the Eternal Night
We adore.