Ocellated God - Kayo Dot

«You're all the f*cking enemy

Another sign of the plague within»

Voices from a mountain, peacock in the sky

Under a lavender-imbrued

Black vainglorious veil so visible

Light my mirror with the tumbling glow

Of your perfect bathic baetyl

Ocellated god spoke to the crowd

Through tremolo bells from a city window

While from the hills out back, not quite as loud

Came the horses' more uneven tremolo

Inside: mornings, writings, hope

Reproductions of the most famous Van Gogh

Outside: only my scotoscope

It was night, out here

And always would be