you in Rockland cross in the darkness under the stairways! Boys
sobbing in armies! Old men Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and
Congress of are ten armies! Moloch whose ear is a cannibal dynamo!
Moloch whose whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch Moloch in
whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch! Light streaming out of the
ellipse the catalog the meter & the tanked-up clatter of the moon