Canticle 3

through the ways falling falling through the clouds whistling around around me mists mists mists! the night is crawling new-born every day at dusk! feret meri terint seri goret feri silis deri con bateri canti meri bront deri opit speri dlont kleri pist veri smell the night roses for free! the Pharoah's body embalmed - for free! see the sylphs with wings trembling faster than the humming bird's... feret meri terint seri goret feri silis deri con bateri canti meri bront deri opit speri dlont kleri pist veri a snake, a small snake crawling reason on insect feet crawling bring grey thought and emotion mourning the Artist needs redemption he yearns for it - the night has its own night-dews to cleanse with magic drops to cleanse with magic waters