Summers Cauldron

Drowning here in summer s cauldron

Under mats of flower lava

Please don t pull me out this is how I would want to go

Breathing in the boiling butter

Fruit of sweating golden inca

Please don t heed my shout I m relax in the undertow

When Miss Moon lays down

And Sir Sun stands up

Me I m found floating round and round

Like a bug in brandy

In this big bronze cup

Drowning here in summer s cauldron

Trees are dancing drunk with nectar

Grass is waving underwater

Please don t pull me out this is how I would want to go

Insect bomber Buddhist droning

Copper chord of August s organ

Please don t heed my shout I m relax in the undertow

When Miss Moon lays down (in her hilltop bed)

And Sir Sun stands up (raise his regal head)

Me I m found floating round and round

Like a bug in brandy

In this big bronze cup

Drowning here in summer s cauldron???