Test me honey against these windswept plains i'll tell you not one of these trees give fruits not one of these clouds has not cried to live all these clocks you hear instead of bees enter the mouth of never and slide away beat the electric sunshine to its death and watch the warmest day take your flowers shallow hands are holding plenty the fat drops beneath the covers where it dries and becomes gold with your whistle, they will come and dig it hate to give away the ending, dear all the living will swiftly turn to dust so now i suppose we better never ever shiver under the telescope hides the curious eye the unknown reflected in its blackness and blankness for never looking behind not knowing all is not knowing nothing free flowing as wind singing like berries dropping to the floor and, rotten, speaking turn me into your sweetest fall honey drips from your sweaty mouth and seeps through rock upon water with your love, i will come and dig it hate to say what you already know, dear all the living will swiftly turn to dust