The face of that dream we have all had
The blue base will lead you astray.
The serpent is your friend.
Every hour of the night
has its own horrors.
You will meet them all.
The eye of the flute and the earth-within-the-earth.
The brain-planet and yellow percussions.
Here the dead lie in fields of reeds while
pink flowers die in their bloom.
The pathway through the desert is a labyrinth.
Beware the pig-monster, it is not dead yet.
Does fire really taste like bubble-gum?
Gates, caverns and flames.
Fish-trumpets and a fist.
We are all at the mercy of the giant tree-god
and the demon who has lost his head.
The Devourer is his name,
is the face of that dream we have all had.
You know the one I mean.