Forced into the stagelight & A weak, wan and marbled hide & Disgorged up to jugdement & Sharp cracks of the gavel
Great caps in a row & Their fine mystery certain & And the balcony heaves with old familiarts, lechers and treason
The prisoner's stance & A calm acceptance in the stifling scowl of the hanging judge & The defendant speaks...
Where am I now that you could deliver me? & I have lived over clouds and beneath the deepest sea
I sang from the caverns as the rocks peeled and broke with trees & I was origin, everything. Who could deliver me?
For I was a blaze in your shallow dusk & The winding berth of stars & Where lonely gavels pound the earth
To work it dark with scars & But I tire of the chase, the harvest monopoly & How you bore with your delicate graces and
charity & I'll soothe quiet desires and the ache of the evergreen & And then how shall I wait - for judgement or clarity?
For I am your ache and your reverie & Your wild desire and colour & And in my flaws adorn the court & The pivot of my garden
Deliver your judgement & My chancery, pause to decide
Deliver your judgement & My garden, my flowers of light