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