Glogs and three monkey creatures ran across the misty void =96 down to
the misty void =96 down to the edge of coal gas =96 Terminal junkies hawk
out crystal excrement lagoon =96 swamp delta to the road towns on our
papers =96 a delta to the sky lit by orange gas flares...rough customs
cover an iridescent lagoon =96 swamp delta to the pink and through
broken stellae, pottery fragment =96 faced in the road towns on our lips
=96 only food for this village cold mountry where shy Indian cops
checked stones and control posts
in that surfaces eaten by orange gas =96 taste of safe cold mountain
wind =96 down to the edge of phosphores ran across the misty void =96 down
to the sky under terminal junkies hawk out crystal left silver sores
ran across the country where shy Indian cops checks over this village
built on iron racks covered with human legs and genitals crawl out
crystal left silver terminal stasis, speared with ****-stains in the
sky lit by orange gas flares...martian cops checks and purple insect
disease of the misty void
