2001 part 2 3
yellow whiskers
of
abandon across
your flesh
make
marks
in time
in time
when all the world is
now old
and the water of our
eyes
has
turned red
the blue devil of flame and eternity
will
nest upon
our
homes and crow and lament
this universe was
once
tons of satellites lifting
themselves into low
orbit crying for love
and
old shifted space stations twirling
the sake of rainbows
and
nuclear blasted furnaces
eating and devouring
and
children banging their
sweet faces across a vacuum tube
begging begging to
be touched
by the one true
sonic god of dust and stars
and neutrons and
infinity
and
sad men with arms tripping
over white cords
and
the rest of the tune of mankind
gently resting
beneath monolithic stabs
of scrapers erecting
themselves on
towards Olympus
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