I was awake, dreaming Of new dystopias to run to and hide within And new faces to wear And new bodies to inhabit And new lies to guzzle And how I loved The moon, and its sheets of seeds The moon tiding in your body The smell of your blood breathing And its taste in the sea in the south shining my feet Till it seemed as if they were made of dew With pearls of huge beauty Whilst your mouselike breath was The hand upon my clock And one each breath I came nearer To my silly and shining end