Heartbeat And Sails

Scoop my brains let my heart have action
in its thousand million lots.
In the dumb city dawn I am senseless and drawn
to the sun as the balckbirds and the topyknots.

In biting down on this great foam world what is the looming thing?
Not money nor flesh nor happiness but this which makes me sing.

Scoop my brains let my heart have action
in its thousand million lots.
Feel the subterranian movement a fraction
and deep under ocean, the celibate rocks.

Has it bourne my down?
Has it run me through?
If I gove it a name do I contract it too?
More likelty this thing has been growing me
like I have grown in you

Scoop my brains let my heart have action
in its thousand million lots.
In the dumb city dawn we dispense with the forlorn beasts
that we were in the night, grew lean on love.

Oh a love that will and pierce
and callouse and tumesce,
Oh upon the birth of the morbid bloom is a
child's sense of impending doom in a womb that is ambushed.
In a womb that is ambushed.

In biting down on this great foam world what is the looming thing?
Not money nor flesh nor happiness but this which makes me sing.