As the albino bowl on the jet linen spilled its virulent rays

As if the glint from a wizard's eye, of silver, slanted out of the mask of the unknown

We yearn for its mystery, but it was held distant from us in many ways,

When in the mask of the dark shone a beam that cut, with changing each phase

A pit of riddles, the scratch-marked sky alone

As the albino bowl on the jet linen spilled its virulent rays

Our eyes grew bigger and our blood rose with the wave

Distance kept it magnate. Enigma made it white and kept it lone

We yearn for its mystery, but it was held distant from us in many ways

The lead mirror, the bruised shield, and the shadow-soiled surface were all revealed under our gaze

When we learned to read it with our rod and reflector, and a half faced sycophant, its glitter flown

As the albino bowl on the jet linen spilled its virulent rays

Planet light shines on the moon just like moonlight does on the earth with its rays

If on its obsidian we set our weightless foot, and sniff no wind, and lick no rain, and feel no gauze between us and the Fire that has grown

We yearn for its mystery, but it was held distant from us in many ways

Naked to the earth-beam we shall be, who have arrived to map an apparition, in a haze

Those who walk upon the forehead of a myth, whose first wish becomes obsolete if

our ball is iron rather than light, unlike stone

As the albino bowl on the jet linen spilled its virulent rays

We yearn for its mystery, but it was held distant from us in many ways