When the sweet, nauseating air
Overwhelms your groaning heart
When the low and heavy sky
Presses onto you like a lid

You gasp at the dark clouds
Amongst marbled rocks
Dry desert sand
More sand at night

The throes of the last
Grave bearing woman
Has quickened

I see in sadness, obediences
Ex-lady of delight
Ex-lady of delight

As the Sun sets under her lids
We pray for swarms of angels
The size of our desires

The sweetness
And fire from which vast strength worms
To your lover
She waits for us at night

Ex-lady of delight
The size of our desires

I pray for deliverance
The size of my desires

We pray for swarms of angels
The size of our desires

I pray for deliverance
The size of my desires

The sweetness
And fire from which vast strength worms

Rushes out his eyes
I pray for deliverance
The size of my desires

I should see something like
Of the last of meaning
Dying words
Why is it?