Lips gripped me as I slid into this world
Announcing my arrival to the night
This world of flesh on the face of the Earth
Rang through my ears like bells in a dead church
Hollow instruments of darkness converged
To bring me from lips to still-living lips
I became a spoiled child of the moonlight
Bathing in an invisible water
The church of womb and tomb that rules the night
Gave praise to the breasts of the Earth bestilled
They were endowed with the wetness of wombs
To feed the hungry children of the moon