When the sweet, nauseating air
Overwhelms your groaning heart
When the low and heavy sky
Presses onto you like a lid
You gasp at the dark clouds
Amongst marbled rocks
Dry desert sand
More sand at night
The throes of the last
Grave bearing woman
Has quickened
I see in sadness, obediences
Ex-lady of delight
Ex-lady of delight
As the sun sets under her lids
We pray for swarms of angels
The size of our desires
The sweetness
And fire from which vast strength worms
To your lover
She waits for us at night
Ex-lady of delight
The size of our desires
I pray for deliverance
The size of my desires
We pray for swarms of angels
The size of our desires
I pray for deliverance
The size of my desires
The sweetness
And fire from which vast strength worms
Rushes out his eyes
I pray for deliverance
The size of my desires
I should see something like
Of the last of meaning
Dying words
Why is it?