The honey moon is bright and golden,
sweetness follows your path and motion.
The world too large for your hands to hold it,
but sweetness follows, and the river molten.
Sweetness follows, but the world spins on,
spring from the winter, and the shouting mass.
The world too large for your hands to hold it,
the honey moon is bright and golden.
The world is too large for your hands to hold it,
disinfectant, death, despair, the back to bear it.
But the honey moon is bright and golden,
and, you, you are still the path and motion.