for Brian Eno
Upon a time once in the middle of the night
when clouds rushed to cover the moon and
an overcast fog kept the stars hidden from sight
Ba-umf emerged from his shadow to reveal
himself in the absence of light.
He was on a journey to the well of sadness
For there he'd heard an echo of a tale which
whispered on the unfamiliar wind of a clearing
a deadbeat trance on the railroad tracks singing
in that shrill metal scream diminishing
Like a knife sharpened on one side after
having gleamed in the moonlight along leeks hills
on Dunwich Beach in the autumn of 1960
the well's throat is parched and it drinks you up
In a measured room a basement by an inland sea
Deep enshrouded Ba-umf ascends to the blessed
through the three tiers of the Cernunnos Woods
before the Order of the Dragon upon a time
held fast to the lantern marsh of its final track.
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