Two wax dolls, blue-yellow braided Wrapped up in scrolls, splayed into folds With limbs two and four, face within faces That scatter in hews of gleaming gambol Blood-tied scrolls wrapped between Wings cross-meshed, star-skin bodies Link the needle stuck thru my eyes And then begin to sew Two wax dolls, bending and peeling Thin body petal, taut wove skin Stitched thru the bulb Of a great fearsome flower That follows the glint On the first dream-bowls casting Blood-tied scrolls wrapped between Wings cross-meshed Star-skin body Flint the wicking, lined thru my eyes And now begin to glow