Living without you is difficult But our dead dreams awake In my mushroom art Do not observe her beauty Cloud-faced old man winking You see, he tests me He wants I should join him in gratitude For his craft He calls this love But hardly so Happy the universe Happy is the act A bejewelled crow on a quilted tent Yea, at the zenith Our dead dreams awake Living without you is difficult But our dead dreams awake In my mushroom art