Our tortoise shell tents thrown up against an almond sky,
our masks made from the wood of emeralds and the skins of aqueducts,
we drew the bows of porcupines across diamond-shaped strings
constructed from the bones of ancient vagabonds
who'd danced beneath a fur-covered moon.
Our music swirled from the tops of trees
and leapt on zebra's hooves beyond the galaxies.
The day of carnival flung its howls into the night
and our feet followed our voices in their leaps beyond the stars.
A new world swirled in our eyes,
a dancing world that whirls away beyond the prison of words.
Tonight we invite anyone who will come
to taste the strong wine of our adventure.
We fermented this wine from the burning fires of Sadean passions
aged in the dreams that drip from my finely toothed vulva.
the carnival fires are the gleams of the ruins we leave in our wake.
our masks made from the wood of emeralds and the skins of aqueducts,
we drew the bows of porcupines across diamond-shaped strings
constructed from the bones of ancient vagabonds
who'd danced beneath a fur-covered moon.
Our music swirled from the tops of trees
and leapt on zebra's hooves beyond the galaxies.
The day of carnival flung its howls into the night
and our feet followed our voices in their leaps beyond the stars.
A new world swirled in our eyes,
a dancing world that whirls away beyond the prison of words.
Tonight we invite anyone who will come
to taste the strong wine of our adventure.
We fermented this wine from the burning fires of Sadean passions
aged in the dreams that drip from my finely toothed vulva.
the carnival fires are the gleams of the ruins we leave in our wake.
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