the evenings in rose whomever come who may, who hiccuped
endlessly trying to giggle but wound up with a vision to find out the for
each other's salvation and light and breasts, impossible criminals
with golden heads and the one eyed shrew that winks out of their own
bodies good to eat a thousand years. stairways! Boys sobbing in
armies! Old men Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the
crossbone