Wisps of smoke Scented foams Dress the ceilings with drips of shades As the great moth spins carmine veils Bees and dragonflies Fireflies as bedside lights Sigh in sails until welkin thrills As winged harms (sic) turn the Catherine wheel Cyanide lips Hemlock sleep Dreams in formaldehyde Slowly mourn, sink and die Give me blooms and gardens That would awake me Blow on me dandelions As daffodils scream But no radiant eastern glare There's just this scarlet purity Bowing head, bended knees Red moth release me Release me