Cathay

Everything dazzled with the brilliance your organ of visions

dreamed of; there were barkless dogs,

there were little wild bird around our houses,

there were houses here and there not ordered into highways

the houses were delightful made of palm leaves,

you could walk fearlessly among them to the cars,

to the vague reflections,

the dirty glow,

everything was organic from throbbing muscle and fat

the sea rose and relentless slowly

in blue systoles and diastoles,

there were the organ of sights of diego of simon,

their clear gaze lit up the enclosing

everything dazzled with the brilliance your organ of visions dreamed of,

there were four walls of pleasing bloody fabric,

This world's architecture ooz its juices,

there was electronic music,

from the intestines of our cities emerges the skin

that will dres the world

prisoners were singing: brazen as snakes,

a final traffic light lit up our darkest lust,

the bowels of our minds

there were barkless dogs,

little wild bird in our eyes,

everything dazzled with the brilliance of your organ of vision

there were seas like bodies not in turn topsy-turvy

an opium cloud flew above our minds,

there was a celebration,

a Belmer doll ascended to the Kingdom of Heaven,

we formed a circle,

a kind of circular

we all became single in a kind of circular

from the guts of our cities come ups the skin

that will dres the world, I believe we were singing a kind of circular

I believe there was a in liquor golden whore who

was dancing dead, maybe a mirage,

a whore sloppily painted gold;

Cry Baby, direct the eye what they've done to your breasts,

the city's inhabitants withdrew like the tide above

sand, leaving a void

(the station of the city remains

vacant and the lights fade slowly

luminous, traffic lights, windows, like a

cinematic dissolve)

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