Summer's 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