9:27a.m., 7/29

Anyone listening want a brain washed like mine?
 Jackal, in the sheep flock
 Shadow on the vine!
 Honey, from the cleft rock
 Better luck next time!
 Lock jawed glass rat, Psalter seventeen
 With functional addiction to altars of the May Queen
 Half clear ghost name chemical appears
 In the hollow of a cow's horn buried in a grainfield
 (As that wondrous hour draws near)
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 One day they'll find us
 Feathers on a tiger's body
 Quiet as a clear blue glacier lake
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 Ploughshares gone swords, we were the scourge of the earth
 Offerings unpoured, unliturgical drink
 It'd be a pearl of a time now for a virgin birth
 And it happens more often than you might think
 9:28 a.m., low in the phosphorous lights
 Of lonesome days and parthenogenetic nights
 You became the glowing letters of a red sign
 Better luck next time
 Better luck next time