Astronomy
The clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst
Out at you from their hiding place.
Like acid and oil on a madman's face,
His reason tends to fly away.

Like lesser birds on the four winds,
Like silver scrapes in May,
Now the sands become a crust,
And most of you have gone away.

Come Suzy dear, let's take a walk,
Just out there, upon the beach.
I know you'll soon be married,
And you'll want to know where winds come from.

Well, it's never said at all
On the map that Carrie reads,
Behind the clock, back there, you know,
At the Four Winds Bar.

Four winds at the Four Winds Bar,
Two doors locked and windows barred.
One door's left to take you in,
The other one just mirrors it.

In hellish glare and inference,
The other one's a duplicate.
The queenly flux, eternal light,
Or the light that never warms

It's the light that never, never warms,
or the light that never warms.

The clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst
Out at you from their hiding place.
Miss Carrie nurse and Suzy dear
Would find themselves at the Four Winds Bar.

It's the nexus of the crisis,
and the origin of storms.
Just the place to hopelessly
Encounter time, and then came me.

Call me Desdenova, eternal light,
These gravely digs of mine
Will surely prove a sight.
And don't forget my dog, fixed and consequent.

Astronomy...a star

from Secret Treaties, 1974