I could not shift the shadow
Or form sugar for your halos
Channelled table-taps from ghost gods
Prowled and slept in steep ships
Mixed mythology with pathology
Tossed a coin and hymned the groves
Then did you scent the wind drop
And count the codes of seeds?
And did you call the night „bright“
And drink the s** of stars?
Or might you cartoon 'Ιοδας