a sore red. raw red weal. blood red. spread across the sky. stain pouring sadness. into wide open eyes.
The world keeps watch where its jewels are sleeping -. under desert sands , its black heart's beating. the pulsing liquid earth - ours for the taking.
Now that all is stilled and silenced. that the rushing roaring daylight. has lost itself - its hysteria. in the all-amassing night -. I too gently lose myself.
There is a still. like. steel. like. thread. that runs through. out. from toe to shoulder. head to heel. cold as hate. as thin as hope. hard as stone.
We shall come. with all our wealth. and our vulgarity. into yout land. carving deep wounds. in our wake. planting the sharped-edged dreen seed. of money.