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.