The Magical Bird in the Magical Woods Current 93

I saw the slot of the sun
The final cut of the sun
Start like a hare
Over the shoddy grey walls
I saw you dimple and crease
Turn a card from the pack by your bed
As those swords, cups, discs, and wands
Might tumble into your head
And give you a glimmer of something profound
But your gods lay no sound
The gods made no sound
Your gods made no sound

You were cartwheel and somersault
But not at your ease
I was not at my ease
As through unfolding vistas
Of dullness and deadness
I saw the metal buckets
Fatigued and buckled
With nimbus of rustflowers
And sheds by the lake
I was already falling
And fallen and lost
And it was not at your cost
And I was not at my ease
And it was not at your cost