
autonomous creature
We are bound for eternity
The source was the past
We’ll never get there
The source was the past
The first thought
One primary myth
Everything repeats itself

Like two great eyes
Sand House of Sand
Corporeal
Come and see my
Shiny palace built
Upon the Sand
The effect of her
Was tremendous
Staring into my soul
In the vivid corporeal illumination
The tips of her mammoth breasts
Pointed like accusing fingers
Joggling about like gigantic
Coronaviruses infecting the
Entire universe with desire