down here must be obstinate
parasites,
and this harsh
frontier land, a
cancerous wheezing accordion,
each distinctly upended
precinct of skin
wounded,
frontier land, a
cancerous wheezing accordion,
each distinctly upended
precinct of skin
wounded,
collapsing, and
shiftlessly
regenerating—
the aggregate
shiftlessly
regenerating—
the aggregate
cacophony, so booming
and tuneless,
I'm afraid
there is little
use—and no
space—for a
sermon like this.
and tuneless,
I'm afraid
there is little
use—and no
space—for a
sermon like this.