Many blurred dead king's faces   Move photolike through time's gape and gauge   The dull drum's thud and drone   Is not heroic battlebeat   This is the grey clock's cog   These are not the banners of heroes   Or flags we should fly   These are not proud pennants   These are the clothes of prisoned mind   These stumps of man on boxes   Are not the vox or voces   Of god or gods   They are the forms of the breaths of dust   This is the great ocean of birth and death   Kye ma kya ma   Oh paradise   Never lost and not to be gained here   These are not the heroes   These are not more than drenched earthtops   These are not more than you or I   Listen:   I swear by the blank of the moon   (Under the archen stars I stand alone)   I swear by the spiting sttreaming sun   These cups of fire, of waterred scales   That cover our laughing round of spaces   Are nothing   Nothing   Like the mouse with horns   A fable full of lightless dark   You are now to me the lost queen   The new age and her train moves on   Behind the smiling lips concealed   The clacking jaws of gummy rictus   Not motionless but emotionless   The savourless lines of open lies   Proclaim:   " This is the best   It shall ever be   Think of the things   That shall never be"   And our soul stalks empty hearted   Empty-handed   As it hangs its light   On hooks of symbols   Hooks of gods and goats and hooks of crooks   You must know: this is not paradise   Father time spins on and grins and skips his   Scythe   Over our flowered heads   And takes us to the muddy house   Of dreamless sleep   Oh this is not paradise   All the empty buildings clutching   Bags of pain and bone and skin   Masks of despair and waterruns   The bells ring out and make no sense   They make the skies bend   Though you wait for me   This is not paradise   (Though you wait for me)   This is not paradise...