I'm with you in Rockland
where you scream in a straightjacket that you're losing the game of the actual pingpong of the abyss

They broke their backs lifting Moloch to heaven!

Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent kindness of the soul!

Who dreamt
and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space
through images juxtaposed,
and trapped the archangel of the soul between 2 visual images
and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun
and dash of consciousness together
jumping with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna Deus
to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human
prose and stand before you speechless and intelligent and shaking with shame

Follow your inner moonlight, don’t hide the madness.

If I had a soul I sold it
for pretty words
If I had a body I used
it up spurting my essence

Allen Ginsberg warns you
dont follow my path
to extinction