The Carnival Is Dead and Gone

Dear sir, dear lady
This carnival is dead and gone
And never anyway alas
This party never yet began

The chairs and tables, dust of dust
Yes, very dust, of very rust
Of very must, and farewell trust
I thought I saw you in the crowd, dear heart
You turned away from me
And then you dissolved into light
The broken lights and faded buntings
Call to us all, the inmost light

And don't glare wide your eyes in wonder
They will flick back inside your mind
And on the bone screen of your skull
They watch no musical salutes
So thoroughly modern now, are we?
But the last reel of all time
The inmost night

Its frames are glared, and slow and out of focus
Valentino Vallee Moss, all dead
The inmost night
And the little bells go tinkle
And your eyes begin to twinkle
And the joints and sinews crack
It's the expansion of your mind
Death, death, death, death! (The choke of, the smell of, the colour of)

The inmost night
The cat's face glares from shiny card
The dead cat from my past
You tumble, you froth, and fun forever
An orchestra from another time
Another world all deader
The church bells silent, the rain-stained glass of God is smashed

And you take your choice
You sup with the devil
You choke on your pride, forever and ever
My memory of my inmost light
It tumbles froth and fun forever
Vulvaic memories imagined of my would-be-life
Well that won't be
And that won't be
And that won't be
And that won't be!

And for my troubles and my pains
And for the losses and the wains
I get a picture in my mind
The slyly smiley sly kiss

Of your sweet heart and face
And your legs in some final benediction
Your inmost warm heart says "Ta-ra"
And I wished to die inside of you
And push up into your heart so violently
That face-to-face with Matrix Creatrix am
The inmost light
The inmost night!