Oh here come the flowing arcs
lit by streetlamps 200 feet below
the shudder of jet engines and sirens
the stench of Sour Diesel
and tastes oh testes oh yuga
papilloma alloponia (say it)
I never heard the call but when forever fired
well
I know what you feel
And here it comes again
plankton in ‘er earz
random kelp in the sheets
extreme inferno of delicate Busan
burning down the chain
resurrecting the beacon core
And here it comes again
(say it) indigenous
raw giggling in the crowded tomb
And so it isn’t
and so