The old churchyard is where i faded she watched me while i fell unaided and in my time when god's army came and got me i could not find my honeycomb i could not find my honeycomb i could not find my honeycomb cherry-brown lips of maple olive creams her eyes and face were and in that town as i walk as a deserter i could not find my honeycomb i could not find my honeycomb i could not find my honeycomb dance for god dance for mating the ritual of her figure eighting and in my mind as i fly above the churchyard i could not find my honeycomb i could not find my honeycomb i could not find my honeycomb i could not find my honeycomb i could not find my honeycomb