It's in our sleep we dance so well
through fields of towering cowslip.
It's in the era before Raphael

before perspective came to light.
Darting through the air: a swallow.
It's in our sleep we dance so well.

Each person and each human act
take on the form they have inside us.
It's in the era before Raphael.

From yellow bells a melody rings,
the only song I wish to dance to.
It's in our sleep we dance so well.

A second-shard I see myself
as tiny, in the bird-eye's mirror.
It's in the era before Raphael.

Deep underground great maggots thunder
but the cowslips drown them out.
It's in our sleep we dance so well.
It's in the era before Raphael.