Nature and Organisation Bloodstreamruns Lyrics

As I descended with the Dogs Blood Rising, so then I ascended to the Thunder Perfect Mind. Great grey bloodspeckled slabs of slate have fallen - this is my vision in the croaking jeering world: All idiotic faces and swollen hearts; in the papers the faces are not real, in the world the faces are not real - but in the Heart of the Hearts the Face is real. The dead die abroad, the crows fly, the wolves fly, and four poorly painted cardboard horsemen sheet over the back of the winds. They are not legion - but closed.

God walked on Earth in those days.
Now, still, in my Hearts He walks still.

In the green fields far away there is a solid tree (mother and the Sign she makes). On the broken horse zodiac signs, yellow face passes (All the Rainbow herons were...). All books piled up in dirty heaps, craterlike surface, pitted - Oh, bellissima - Largherana - if the seahorse were golden, colden... Talking back the b_____ streams of God's Own Pain: "Why should we have compassion for others, when God Himself has had no pity... on others?"
"Take back the bloodspeech", she said to me... (certain colours came from her body; she is alone!)

God walked on Earth in those days.
Now, still, in my Hearts He walks still.

(And the brokenface of this horizoned world is covered by crystalcross ice; when this whole eyeless world sighs, this eyeless world sighs...)

All the stars are souls, each single planet is the lifeflame of the nothingy eternally spark. I cannot believe despite the evidence of one Godeye and one pooreye that this world is God's own bloodred grassgreen blueblack skypied Paradise.
When I lay in the arms of one woman I said to her silent: "You will be forever mine
though You go as You shall, though You diediedie
sleep as You shall die, I will love You always between Your bodies
I pray that I shall be forever Thine
if I say to You Love then Listen You should be crowned above all."

(God walked on earth in those days
now still in my Hearts
He walks still)