#325 sails (for loren connors)
b'the amp hum\\ntone arm drop\\nand pedal click\\nall a simple ecstasy\\nin utter simplicity\\nyour theresa\\u2019s\\nentrails pierced\\nand burning\\nlike no bernini\\ndare fuck\\nwith his angel\\nno yours a beauty\\nin direct\\nshuddering communion\\nsculpted in vacuum\\ntube heat and wire\\nall drifting and round\\nand later you\\nwith the bearded prophet\\nfahey\\nmake dark the night\\nand cold the ground\\nagain\\nbefore the terror\\nand mercury-tasting\\ndread\\nof the sea\\nsublime\\nin horror and capacity\\noverwhelms\\ndesperate shouts\\nincapable of\\novercoming\\ncertainty\\ndumbfounded\\nby arrogance\\nand pointless\\nresistance\\nand here your shaking\\nstops\\nlike the heart before\\ngolden arrows\\npenetrate\\nand rend us\\nimmune\\n\\nepw 3.10.08 perrysburg, oh'