On the thirty-first day of the summer moon
In the marketplace
Somebody touched my hand and said
I was a woman of taste
Then with a flutter of wings
Amid the clutter of things
I saw the Venusian Diamond through a sea of grace
It said, `Lay all of your money down
And I will be your own
Do it if you can
If you don`t, you better leave it alone`
Then there appeared a serpent hanging
Like a thunder rope
He said, `Pull me`--I did
And fell into the wrong end of a telescope
So I began to run
I knew not to where I`d come
I could hear the Venusian Diamond and it
Gave me hope
It said, `Shatter all your images
And I will be your own
Do it if you can
If you don`t, you better leave it alone`
Selves
Selfish
Selfless
Self
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