Where are the Persians going
Where are these pairs of eyes going
Open the shutters
The jealousy of the Gods
Open, we commemorate the lightning
Open, open

Where are these Martians going
Where are these blue dogs running
Sip the sea
Get old
Open, and unpack together
Open, open

One day, they thin out, dissolve into sleep
Immense caravans of undulating warriors who call
Little worms squirm, squirm, squirm
Clean the flutes of the dead, scrape the bones
Make room, and the spirit can float

Cataleptic, cyclopean momentum
Unfriendly zone will get out tomorrow
The sun is far away
Reflection in the pools of peaceful and sensual drownings
Oh anyway, we could have made it
Just in the, just in the, just in the, just in the
Delays, delays, delays, delays, delays, delays, delays
Delays, delays, delays, delays, delays, delay

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