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Current 93 - Xi Into the Menstrual Night I Go

Around me: I stand on the shore
The waters are black and swirling
I hold a black mirror in my hands
The swastiked winds sweep around me
Their arms the nightbreath sleepwalking
The sighing of imminence and ending
All there the waves curl under and over
Around me: I see things coming to a close
The door is nearly shut
As we stare at it the tinylight squeaks out
Slower and slower
I see things coming to a close
The folding cerecloth shrugs down over the windows
The lights burn still: but invisible to us now
I see things coming to a close
(My mind kissed Myrinerest last night)
I dreamt
I cannot see
I cannot see
I can no longer see
And nor would I want to
Anymore
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Goaway
The pale toothed face inverted
At the feet of the Rose Garden
By the hedge and by the dream
By the post and by the bell
By the dawn and by the form
(Formless He Lay and Dreamt)
And formless we lay and shall dream
And then the rain
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