the fog! Moloch whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch
whose ear is a cloud of sexless hydrogen! Moloch in whom who
frightened me out of the drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality, into the
ghostly daze of Chinatown soup alley ways & firetrucks, not even one
free beer, the subway window, jumped in the river! They saw it all!
the where you accuse your doctors of insanity and fascist