On the sea coast of Tibet    Egyptian Aztecs are arriving from Norway    They've been varnishing the woodwork for forty-three centuries    Here, Nature is naked, her acrobats bathed in blood    There's a beast of prey on the threshold of pleasure    And the giantess, sea priestess, beckons the passers-by    "Do not lose sight of the sea. Do not lose sight to the sea."    Her wizened mouthpiece whistles with silver fishes    Swirls of spider-crabs crackle like Wimshurst mechanicals    All around her, jellies are diaphanous       After washing myself clean, I had breakfast with the sea priestess    Whose sibilant esses are escaping gas from the sea floor    The sea priestess lays on a bed of nails    Twenty-seven lead soldiers at her head    The sea priestess is escaping gas    The grass that grows is turned to gas    Gas fired from a gun, herbal hydrogen    If it goes any faster there'll be an astral disaster    If it goes any faster there'll be an astral disaster       We spent the rest of time    With furious faking of dreaming    Pissing tiny diamonds, and passing the time wondering    Whether we should walk down the same path    That had introduced us to the valley the day before    I was woken three times in the night    And asked to watch whales, listen for earthquakes in the sea    I had never seen such a strange sight before    Somehow I think the soft verges of insanity    At the hard shoulders of reality    Point past signs posted in the past sea    It's probably a lack of poor visibility    And something special in the sand    And the essences the rocks on the seashore make       The men here are desiccated like mummies    Been out in the sun for thousands of years, walking along    The women stuff themselves full of collagen and other animal remains    I don't think we'll stay here long    As soon as the ships have been rebuilt, we'll be out of here    Into the sun       Our ship was wrecked on the sea coast of Tibet    The first thing we saw were several Egyptian Aztecs arriving from Norway    Here all nature is naked    We watch acrobats bathing themselves in blood    And over the doorway is a beast of prey    Straddled on the threshold of pleasure    And a giantess, sea priestess, beckoning the passers-by    She implores them, "Do not lose sight of the sea."    She says, "Do not lose sight to the sea."