Who air incited these recollections Who farcical as rained in strays existence In pithy… pulsing jewel center of interest & have the eye within the eye O, treading gutter kid, in one's hands Pails of rain…
Be we insoluble beasts of half-starved, cataclysmic night? In praxis we are dogs on rank pastures quaffing swill Clean-shaven leaden-eyed Of the same indomitable ilk We are en route to inception I am with you