Revelation! Start your religions.
I have seen the coming of the coming of the coming.
Gerund up for dying and forevering and beginning,
we can break rope in caves to ensure another bandage
unwinds our wounded pleas.
Answer! Answers! Rang down to riotous revelry,
allowable at the behest of not another partial nod.
That's the total pack, an age for our time, the generation
of power's electricity, conducted by willing and willing,
swilling and swilling, drunk on its own onerous ships.
Light comes through the window in the shape of the
window, parallelogrammed to divide the refraction
from the light that rodded my cones.
Oh yes, the first
person is still here, not quite omniscient, but in this
case authoritative, biblical poesies, unkingly as it is
unkind.
Roman Ryan 