Whose sacred have I not corrupted,
with the air I breathe,
dead and not, the zombie or the gumby
mudmen of legend,

*** down, old mind, in see, insight, function
cave mind blind, flowing in the ever of you,

you may not be
anybody, but
you are some body, a little bit of the little blue man,
that scared your grandmother to bits,
'pon my word, scatter-brained, until,

one day, I was this broom -or brooming, I was
a funny way of brooming, oh, no
sweeping me into the mysterious coincident,
with the blonde at the edge of Null Arbor Plain,

I am dust in her wind, she is infected with me,
we shall have daughters, two, homogenized us,
in them, and one shall hold the seed,
call it done, I am the one, who seals the deal,

we make peace, that holds for centuries,
Ever rest pax, shippam us, in pajamas

say good night Grandpa, I do, too.