Code - The Shrike Screw

Briars you sip & You siphon beaty & Speak softly through licks of carmine & Wet your tongues with finite sorrows & Closing horrors
bound into you & Wake & Awake with fascination & living tower & writhing temple & Speak only in hymns of passion
Power, ardor degradation & & Above you & Above you old observances & A murder of admirers & My dust to & flutter into the flow
On breezes, warm breezes & & Ah, the Shrike Screw & & Flakes & Like burrs & With beggar's faces & Bow from horns with pricking fingers
Cast, conducted by the totem & By your bleeding gulping centre & Lights and lures & and breaching bindweed & Wind the opened loam
about you Speak to me your hymns of waning & succor, cruelty & desecration & & Above you & Above you clouds are changing
their faces for you, adoring & I clothe you & I, in dust and clay and the wake enthralled and & Before you & Ah the Shrike Screw