Skeletontonguedworld - Nature and Organisation, Current 93

And as she sleeps around her bed

The blinding deadbled world spins

Black sightless firepierced black universe

Empty the fire as she sleeps

The sleepy skeletontongued world

Massed blast of storms and sand rolls

Oh lovely world — come alive for me

The longtongued god is not real

He drags the chain clasped in his wickerfingered hands

This brother is paperthin — form but no substance

Neverlived so he is not dead

This is man’s fear made trash…

…And as you light the incense stick

I pray that your fingers may burn