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Autobiography of a Madman

Cut-glass Universe

Emeralds, emeralds, falling free
From this little glass tree
May your scattered jewellery be
Moisture for God's greenery.

Diamond, diamond, chiselled high
In the crystal cut-glass sky
How thy facets multiply
Inside the marble of my eye.

Pearls, tears, of the moon
Flowing like a silk monsoon
Fill this looking-glass lagoon
With thy chinkle tune.

Ruby, ruby, drop of blood
How I revel in thy red
Lying on my stained-glass bed
In cut-glass universe.

Ch 1 English in the Library
Ch 2 Prisoner
Ch 3 What Can I
Ch 4 Orchard
Ch 5 Broken Brain
Ch 6 Cut-glass Universe
My Lion