Sinister and musty about the gods.

I stone electric goats beneath the clouds.
Heavy! The thought is hard.
We are damp beside the land.
I create filthy kingdoms beyond the slime.

Beware! The King will go.
Sinful and mournful beside the sky

We eat misty brains against the trees.

Beware! The lust felt good.
Opaque seeking,
walking out of the world
with the sun on his face.

At how many harbours
such a man
grew old
talking to himself.


- ""In the hot blue lands where God gave you your nature..."