make love to the radio! enjoy the taste undercover and cherish it in the whole lot until it’s bone-crushing delight
let me come utterly across you where we can cover over each part of the universe while we still have access
overdue for liable spree and disciple to the entire world to make sure the show is worth every bit of the admission
let’s form a mental picture of it and partake into all of the human experience try your hand at factoring my figures tip your hat to my complex
so you can take all your know-how and superimpose it on around me together we can shelve our fears and luxuriate into all the human experience
“Palladium” is a rare earth metal, but as well, a sacred icon of refuge in ancient Rome. Therefore, in its sense, a palladium is a safeguard and reminder of protection—and a reminder for myself. Because my name is Pallas (why the poem is named accordingly), this poem is basically a self-ode—a reminder of my life.