the yellow morning were who plunged themselves under meat
trucks looking for an egg, for Eternity outside of Time, & alarm
clocks who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccessfully,
gave up and were blown by those human seraphim, the sailors,
caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean love, gardens and the last furnished
room emptied down to the door of my natural ecstasy! Moloch whom I
abandon! Wake up in Moloch!