Languages in turmoil and the smell of money and the sound of guns and the scent of beauty
and the ghost of Plato and the horns of Judgement and the heat of the angels and the trains of deafness and the pen of the madman
And the power of sex and the feeding of the five thousand and the feeding of the six billions of men who sold their bodies to duty longing for the gardens of salvation and the bones of civilization and the flesh of the rich and the rags of the poor and the spark of art and the weapons of craft
And the rumbling of the Muse O Muse Great Muse Formidable Muse hungry and blindfolded swinging your mouhtless axe and the flash of the blade and the blood of the blood and the thunder of poems and the eyes of the night
And the song of the living and the song of the dead
And the sands of sleep and the cloak of dreams and the feathers of Death and the mirrors of imagination and the taste of alcohol and the gyres in the waves and the colour of the sea and the blood on the blood and the faces of God and the smile of the streets and the sun and the moon and the stars and fire
O Snake O Divine Snake
O Mad Eternal Snake I write with your tears not knowing what they are your tears and the cloth of the emperor and the cloth of the wanderer and the heavy smokes of cigars in the night and the foul smoke of the gutter and the sweat on our bodies and our nights in madness and our ancestral poetry and our neverending future the sound the smell the taste our bodies still still bodies in the cradling darkness
O Defeat O Sadness O Songs of oblivion O wrecked Destiny coated in perfumes
O Pearls O Eyes of Wisdom the Mute O Freedom
O Justice of my heart Justice beating
my heart beating my heart beating my heart beating
beating beating beating
a beat beat beat beat the music of the beat the numbers the beast beat beat beat
beat beat beat beat
The rhythm and the drums and the noise and the shrieks and my skin and the night and the stars the pearls the eyes
Terror and grief and compassion and Time and Time and Time
O Glory O the stones
O Eternal cold the words carved on Glory by Caesar
O Neverending Empire of the chosen newborns in which we struggle to find our doors on the glorious stones of History of Science of the Millenium State
O Duty O Heavens O shrieks of the damned
O God O Heavens
O God O Heavens
O Beat Beat Beat Beat
O Beat Beat Beat Beat