the long streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch whose whose soul
is electricity and banks! Moloch whose poverty is the specter of
genius! Moloch Angels! Crazy in Moloch! Lacklove and manless in Moloch!
Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a consciousness
without a body! Moloch Light streaming out of the sun stolen
night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these rickety rows, on mountaintops in
caves or