four ****** sisters born in the frozen woods;
  emerging from the mind                      of their older sister,
     who is also       mother
                 of the universe;
as the fair sun sets             & darkness
                                   comes w/ winds
down from mountains;                 mother running mad [      ]
out to the field,
shouting kinfolk          running from everywhere;
the oldest    sister        Philosophia wondering aloud
                                    about her sister's things
                              |
      scanning the sky w/ her magical eight-eyes;   [          ],      
      Beautia, watching her slyly;                                    sits
      beside her w/ two heads, [                  ]  one in her arm;
             it's no wonder                     [her lover] has [              ]
              gone but
          appears at her  [           ]  cracked                    window
          where she ponders snakes &       her faint         starlit
                father's statues           of the              
monumental men
of old           as he imagined them to be;  
    brawny & vague; -
     [that race of giants]            
baby sister nature trots down
the        mountainside bringing the music;
           she-goats following         |                                 her dusty      trail's
trail                [from below the earth - as from above]
trailing             their tails                                  & running ahead; mother,
possessed long into the night; [shipbuilding,
  sailing &                               navigating was not accomplished
by trial & error;                      some higher being had to instruct
  [generations have to pass for
   mankind to learn one thing]      until electricity
              men gunned each other down
                           in the streets & parks
                 | &  used swords        [                 ]
       |          the garrulous collection of
                             hairy morons,          |              if only
                         to get them [since the Bomb humanity
                                          hasn't learned a thing; now,
in a new era,                             [we have yet to learn]
wiping out the race
           through ****, starvation                  & ******:
in the wide field [                   ] of the wide plateau, [                    ]
arms spread,                     |               flat on her back        where the
genius sky echoes
ring out from the barbarous throat of
                   the fourth sister
Fortuna, who has seen it all w/ the sun's eyes;