9:27a.m, 7/29

Anyone listening want a brain washed like mine? Jackal, in the sheep flock Shadow on the vine! Honey, from the cleft rock Better luck next time! Lock jawed glass rat, Psalter seventeen With functional addiction to altars of the May Queen Half clear ghost name chemical appears In the hollow of a cow's horn buried in a grainfield (As that wondrous hour draws near) One day they'll find us Feathers on a tiger's body Quiet as a clear blue glacier lake Ploughshares gone swords, we were the scourge of the earth Offerings unpoured, unliturgical drink It'd be a pearl of a time now for a virgin birth And it happens more often than you might think 9:28 a.m., low in the phosphorous lights Of lonesome days and parthenogenetic nights You became the glowing letters of a red sign Better luck next time Better luck next time