[ the siren call ]

Into pools of onyx we gaze
Glassfish swimming weightless, their truth belying them
And we put our mouths to the water, and we come up black-lipped
For we are the children who know

We smear the sacred substance across our eyes
To see what we have tasted, verity visible
The sky sees us raise our heads and we are like wild beasts
raccoons that forage for the within and beyond

We dye our clothes in the pools, and fasten
Steel blessed by the waters edge, interlocking clinking
Onto fabric that winds tight across our chests
For we wish to bare our enlightened hearts

And when we return to the city from our dream abode
The Saducees jeer and the plebians cringe and none can comprehend
Our demeanor pierces their everyday, their plain
And so they discriminate, exile, banish

But we will never die: for we are drunk on ourselves.