Batwings (A Limnal Hymn)

(The key to joy is disobedience 
There is no guilt and there is no shame) 

moon-piece to fetch up the golden cup 
snow-piece to avoid the great heat of the sun 
Is kept in the night and by the light of the moon 

An ice-piece so as they seem forever fallen 
night-piece of the dismal supper and strange entertainment 
rare chance-piece, a handsome piece of deformity 
The skin of a snake bred out of the spinal marrow of a man 

With stones and illegible inscriptions found about [bad word] 
Pictures of three remarkable steeples, or towers 
Built purposely awry, so as they seem eternally tipping and falling 

transcendent perfume made of the richest odorates 
Kept in a box of translucent scale 

glass of spirits made of ethereal salt, hermetically sealed up 
Kept continually in quicksilver, of so volatile a nature 
That it will scarcely endure the light 
And therefore only shown in winter 
Or by the light of a carbuncle, or a firefly 

And batwings 
And batwings 
And batwings sing this limnal hymn 
wideness opening and closing to keep the darkness sealed within 
To keep the darkness sealed within 
To keep the darkness sealed within 

To keep the darkness sealed within 
moon-piece to fetch up the golden cup