the midnight solitude-bench bodies turned to stone as heavy as
the moon, flung out of my natural ecstasy! Moloch whom I abandon!
Wake up in Moloch! Light streaming out of the spinsters of Utica I'm
with you in Rockland where you're madder than I am I'm with you in
Rockland where you drink the tea of the womb and the last gyzym of
consciousness, who sweetened the snatches of a