the rain said do no worship water
no whisper of wants can stop
the mad man in the sky as he shows
the moon he gardened screaming love
into sleepy and delirious lies
tonguing the life from girls as if
they are milk and honey
languid men licking sweetly from springs
her dreams swim through, black and smooth
but now trudge drunk and lustless and raw
beneath him we were aching with death and
reality, preaching to the moon and remembering
do not worship water, we can drown
we can float

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