and send him into heaven falling evermore banished till midnights age is crawling blue oculus  phychiatric rite from which we brought the arcons back to life through careful consent and mingling pythons grip oh the sunlight calling old horace to rise again a new sun emblazened  and ripped open the sky  and those of us … Continue reading Old Moses’ golden face →

the cold wind over the mountains from the sea thick fog burned up by the sun  seemingly longer to midnight the first day of the begining of time i set my dreams in motion this time my sweet sweet darlin. dont eat the Apple...