This misassembled Arabians
picket Aplonaire
in a psychiatric hospital
east of Yoroba.

Now the Toro de Greco
domesticated and spun
lacks the sanitary interest
of our uninspired doctors.

The tragedy was unheard
by the citizenry of draftsmen
painting houses in an altruistic yellow
with a woman's dyestuff.

They use the newspapers for drippings,
plaster graffiti on our skin,
watch us bobbing in the wind.

Sent the planes to Roratora,
squeezing through the gates and
cruising through the fog

Sent them crawling towards the ocean
in an attempt to de-evolve.

Go stag and teach football to
the voices on the stage
halting and limping and lame

Watch them plummet down some ragged hill
in search of bleak salvation.

Look up, and
let the sky shatter into a million pieces!

Let Selene send Moon-showers
bursting over Mellia

Let the heavens drip through,
through the illusions,
through the ruins

Let the Crusis of Alpha flicker franticly behind,

And to the ludicrous wisecrack, pause.

Pause, and take peace in the siezure,
in the loss of control.

Take peace in these spirits playing
tag with the living

we direct thier ecstatic direction
we etherify this nation

We are civil and simon-pure
after years of industrialization.

We are only shadows
and light among the shadows.

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