He was walking and the moon was yellow
"What a black world it is," he said
He was walking and the moon was yellow
He was breathing and the serpent was green
"What a white world it is," he said
He was wheezing and the serpent was green
He was naked and he felt no shame, wide as were his eyes to the yellow moon
The light was bright and he walked in the unabashed glory of the stars
He saw no darkness for the light of the moon
Which he watched and held to his gaze because it was safe and it was known
But the serpent coiled around the moon, and the serpent coiled around his limbs
And then he walked, a slump, weighed down by the flickering tongue
Weighed down by the flickering tongue
From the moon he was torn asunder and his eyes found only the black beyond
He was limping and the moon was dark
"What a black world it is," he said
He was limping and the moon was dark
He was smiling and the serpent was green
"Oh, what a black world it is," he said
He was smiling and the serpent was green
The long-armed man has thrown the snake moon
The long-armed man has thrown the snake moon