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They dance in her fire, they that will soon be gone,
and once no more the flames licked around the base of her bed,
the curtains catching on fire and all they said was hush hush
hush girl you got the fever, warm you up some more it soon go away.
And now the icy cold sweat breaks on her forehead and she speaks
about the nights there were no stars
and she lost her way among the trees
like kings of the banks of the rivers
and swells underwater in the murky too dark to see.
How can we sing our holy song in a strange land.
Her eyes they burn like coals.  Watching me.
Her mother couldn’t hear the music coming from the grand piano, she was deaf,
and she couldn’t see that her child was born underground with three candles burning,
away away down the tunnels,
no she couldn’t see that because she was blind, her eyes milky white.
No no no I turn away I don’t want to see that thing.
Cover it, cover it with anything, throw an old counterpane over it.
Mama mama pick me up, don’t put me down whatever you do.
My baby you’re getting heavy, I can’t hold you anymore.
Mama mama I thought it was a pretty thing
and then I looked away and it became ugly.
Don’t let go, mama.
Close your eyes my baby and when you open them the room will be light.
Maybe the room will be filled with birds of all colors that are singing
and flying in through the open window
and the sunlight streaming in is too bright to see.

But all the while tears are falling slowly slowly like motes of dust in the sunlight,
dry notes on a riverbed waiting again for the rain to come.
Riverbed lay my head down down but death is such a dry word.
The rushing falls rebirth rebirth now and forever
but death is the thing we dry out and lay down and bury deep.

The morning shines and the pillars go up into the clouds
it is too bright to see anything and life is beautiful!
Breath, light, the ascent,
my child forget all those bad things, dark dark things in the corner
and look you are rising in a shaft of sunlight goodbye girl goodbye.

Down here she is sweating away the fever,
flames flicker cross her face
and the little devils come one by one and dance a ring around her bed,
singing go tell aunt Rhoda, go tell aunt Rhoda, go tell aunt Rhoda the old grey goose is dead.
But the feather bed is long since burned away
and look, climb up on the balcony careful now the palm trees are catching on fire,
all in flames now,
the helicopter rotor blades
no no my child it is a dream.
Nurse don’t move there is something moving beneath you.
Something moving.  Don’t make a sound.
Non, ma cherie, that is just my tail, I didn’t do up my petticoat right.
Don’t you worry ma bebe it’ll slip your mind.

But she doesn’t hear them anymore, they have lost her.
They scream, they slap her face,
they tear with their nails and they eat the flesh they roast in the air,
but she doesn’t see any of that.
She she she
is floating in a beautiful place,
ocean without ending, shipless seas without number,
icy blue water but warm from the sunlight, minnows dancing here and there.
The pillars, reaching down into the water and reaching up into the clouds,
a castle in the sky.
Airy pavilions, the eternal kingdom, forever and ever without ending.

And he comes,
oh the proverbial,
the proverbial,
words fail.
He is the Peace that passeth all understanding,
he reaches down and takes her hand and finally she is cool.
His dusky skin is all the places in the world we’ve never seen,
the pyramids, and the hanging gardens by the waters of Babylon, where we lay down
and where we wept,
and his eyes are coming home.
And he leads her to the horizon
and amid the calling of the gulls there is a sandbar, shining, and the mist dissipates.
And we walk, we follow them,
to a field of dandelions that never end
and here walk no ghosts.
Sometimes a river of blue water clear as nothing at all,
and bright in the evening, the moon that is not there, banana moon,
a shred of webbing from a child’s dream.
Moonfisher king.
Dive.

Description
They dance in her fire, they that will soon be gone,
and once no more the flames licked around the base of her bed,
the curtains catching on fire and all they said was hush hush
hush girl you got the fever, warm you up some more it soon go away.
And now the icy cold sweat breaks on her forehead and she speaks
about the nights there were no stars
and she lost her way among the trees
like kings of the banks of the rivers
and swells underwater in the murky too dark to see.
How can we sing our holy song in a strange land.
Her eyes they burn like coals.  Watching me.
Her mother couldn’t hear the music coming from the grand piano, she was deaf,
and she couldn’t see that her child was born underground with three candles burning,
away away down the tunnels,
no she couldn’t see that because she was blind, her eyes milky white.
No no no I turn away I don’t want to see that thing.
Cover it, cover it with anything, throw an old counterpane over it.
Mama mama pick me up, don’t put me down whatever you do.
My baby you’re getting heavy, I can’t hold you anymore.
Mama mama I thought it was a pretty thing
and then I looked away and it became ugly.
Don’t let go, mama.
Close your eyes my baby and when you open them the room will be light.
Maybe the room will be filled with birds of all colors that are singing
and flying in through the open window
and the sunlight streaming in is too bright to see.

But all the while tears are falling slowly slowly like motes of dust in the sunlight,
dry notes on a riverbed waiting again for the rain to come.
Riverbed lay my head down down but death is such a dry word.
The rushing falls rebirth rebirth now and forever
but death is the thing we dry out and lay down and bury deep.

The morning shines and the pillars go up into the clouds
it is too bright to see anything and life is beautiful!
Breath, light, the ascent,
my child forget all those bad things, dark dark things in the corner
and look you are rising in a shaft of sunlight goodbye girl goodbye.

Down here she is sweating away the fever,
flames flicker cross her face
and the little devils come one by one and dance a ring around her bed,
singing go tell aunt Rhoda, go tell aunt Rhoda, go tell aunt Rhoda the old grey goose is dead.
But the feather bed is long since burned away
and look, climb up on the balcony careful now the palm trees are catching on fire,
all in flames now,
the helicopter rotor blades
no no my child it is a dream.
Nurse don’t move there is something moving beneath you.
Something moving.  Don’t make a sound.
Non, ma cherie, that is just my tail, I didn’t do up my petticoat right.
Don’t you worry ma bebe it’ll slip your mind.

But she doesn’t hear them anymore, they have lost her.
They scream, they slap her face,
they tear with their nails and they eat the flesh they roast in the air,
but she doesn’t see any of that.
She she she
is floating in a beautiful place,
ocean without ending, shipless seas without number,
icy blue water but warm from the sunlight, minnows dancing here and there.
The pillars, reaching down into the water and reaching up into the clouds,
a castle in the sky.
Airy pavilions, the eternal kingdom, forever and ever without ending.

And he comes,
oh the proverbial,
the proverbial,
words fail.
He is the Peace that passeth all understanding,
he reaches down and takes her hand and finally she is cool.
His dusky skin is all the places in the world we’ve never seen,
the pyramids, and the hanging gardens by the waters of Babylon, where we lay down
and where we wept,
and his eyes are coming home.
And he leads her to the horizon
and amid the calling of the gulls there is a sandbar, shining, and the mist dissipates.
And we walk, we follow them,
to a field of dandelions that never end
and here walk no ghosts.
Sometimes a river of blue water clear as nothing at all,
and bright in the evening, the moon that is not there, banana moon,
a shred of webbing from a child’s dream.
Moonfisher king.
Dive.