Song for the Moon - Isidore, Steve Kilbey

The maternal throne

The dead moon’s rays

Night’s mysteries

Fortune missing hours

Before the light

Just bring bliss to me

And the slippery post

And the wiry points

That flash and die on through

How can a being more than make like you

The blackened line

The hollow space

Inside of me

The endangered worlds

The forgotten suns

The periphery

Like the famished man

And the astral twins

Fighting at the feast

How could being more like you at least

All my little songs

And all my little graces begone

Only one everyone

Only one

All my little songs

And all my little graces begone

Only one of everyone

Only one, everyone

Being completely aflame

They’re drifting past

Always doth intrude

With the tiny hands of the alien band

A north altitude

The self-same doubts

The violent bouts

As we’re trying to break free

How could a being build a threat to me