Mirah - Gestation of the Sacred Beetle lyrics

My mother made for me this pear A perfect womb, a modeled lair Where I will grow and eat my share Of pastry rich beyond compare With pressure kneads and shapes she well The fruits of fields she has compelled In shapely sustenance I dwell This nascent nest my carousel She leaves me thus and by the sun I incubate, quicken, become A hatched babe, a newly grub Who praises maven mother's love Upon my birth see what I've found A stercoraceous feast abounds These alimentary gifts endow What ruminant excess allows And I begin to wax replete Unfettered life is but to eat Into the fruit but not the rind Consume and fatten up sublime (?) urges I possess Become a loose and amber flesh Oh sober beauty make me smooth While I await the turning moon Emergent will thou concentrate While August rains facilitate The softening by which I elate Burst forth a gleam to meet my fate The joys of light, a drink so sweet Before it's time again to eat But soon the victuals I greet Begin, the scarab life complete