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As for 'The Boat Millions of Years' |
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I saw it sink crash explode implode |
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How ever many years of destiny? |
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Dead duck anyway |
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Two crowns same end |
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God holocaust in the sky over Memphitic mud |
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Pharaonic massacre! |
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Ten thosand years of blood in mud |
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Despite the funerary magnificence |
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Cats( revenge on the static staggered beetle divinities |
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With their solar discs and pyramidal rocket ships |
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Shifting Satan through the cosmos |
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Away from this Hell |
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I was counting chickens through my fingers |
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When I saw the stars gurgle the Gods' regal blood |
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Over North-East London when it was raining |
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No calamity on subway whilst cycles cease |
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And wordless aeons/whatevers/Maats/Horus |
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Hover in disintegration and debris over the bus |
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"Oh pale Galilaean! You have conquered" |
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And with not much resistance |
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In the North or South or East or West |
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Or anywhere |
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Moloch fell with perhaps a belch |
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And the kits and kids came tumbling out |
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Of the brisket basket cradled in his hateful guts |
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And back in black to Hell he grunts |
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Baal scuttles with ten tails |
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Between as many legs as he could carry |
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Perhaps Thomas poking through the holes |
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And finding resolution beyond the scales |
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And incorporeal pain of the Hammered Messiah! |
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Immaculately macerated God! |
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Bringer of starbirths and uncertainty |
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At your feet pour rivers of sanguine beauty |
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And starful questions |
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I kneel and laugh |
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If I saw shiny shining stars |
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Eventually I'll reach them |
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And with a bucket pail out belief from |
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A thousand conjugations of chance and grammar |
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"Lente, lente, nocte" |
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Currently I have no number |
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Or face or body worth anything at all |
