the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, blinking
traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the fog! Moloch
whose smokestacks and antennae crown the cities! Moloch whose Moloch
whose smokestacks and antennae crown the cities! Moloch whose name is
the Mind! Moloch in whom Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch!
Light streaming out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years.
Moloch!