Asoul and the gazing of nowhere
Yeah the whole forehead is gone
Like the vortex in the wall
Deer lupine and deer ink
A shining gradient upon
Tartar incense sticks
And the embalming of itself
Martyrdomlikened and
Thoroughly jubileed out
The garbaged eyelids
And a soapstone currency
In brandishing the louvred
Like deserts in the mind
And roadies in the sky
After the volume deepens
And my hands become tears
And my forehead is an ankh
The wind breathes me
be universal 