On the thirty-first day of the summer moon In the marketplace Somebody touched my hand and said I was a woman of taste Then with a flutter of wings Amid the clutter of things I saw the Venusian Diamond through a sea of grace It said, 'Lay all of your money down And I will be your own Do it if you can If you don't, you better leave it alone' Then there appeared a serpent hanging Like a thunder rope He said, 'Pull me' - I did And fell into the wrong end of a telescope So I began to run I knew not to where I'd come I could hear the Venusian Diamond and it Gave me hope It said, 'Shatter all your images And I will be your own Do it if you can If you don't, you better leave it alone' Selves Selfish Selfless Self