Passenger Aleph In Name

Beyond I am

Bails out the stars

Starting the sound of

First the air goes

And then the heart

So was that Omega point?

Just butterfly to the sun

Points fingers as the graves awake

"The Moon is dead!

Long live to the Moon"

And Ms. Tricky hides

Beside your lying eyes

The hotel snuffed in snow

In the wrappers

The rubble was sugarsweet

Smelled of paper eyes

And the lovely smoke

Of the forests burning in the storms

BaalStorm

And in the house of mercy

On the airline screen pops up in prophecy

"Passenger Aleph in Name"

So I caught in the worlds

Of the starmakers

And the fakers of grief

And there was no sadness

In the tractors broken

Over ghost fields

On the wall of grace-buffeted by the BaalStorm

Bowed heads as sinners' turns of phrase

And bowed trace mild in the heart of the wood

At frost or fear

She was Queen Apollo

She was Queen of Gates

"Well, the Lamb's Blood's washed me clean"

Called me to sing Omega