The dense clouds of cosmic waste pollute the air like so much plutonium. I breathe in the green gases, that noxious air, that ugliness & transformation. There is nothing left to me but daily bread: I feel the urge, I shove the flesh into my mouth: the flesh of this bread is filled with pockets of gasses: it is really poisonous stuff. Oh this is why blind men sing; this is why the amputee laughs in hearty chuckles. And I rise on up into the skies; I leave this small place of small people, and look, and see a great terror coming out of the skies: his name is Elephant, and he has every spear that has ever murdered a man in his hide: we are lost. There is no more dancing for the wholesome, there is no more singing for the healthy; but the ones who sit and mourn their regrets, the ones with legs sliced off at the hip and eyes dead and unseeing--those ones will look on at our suffering with a little knowing smile, and say, "So the day has come." I see your reflection: I see your image distorted by the shattered crystals of mine eyeballs--when did you come to be so repulsive?--when did you cease to be my One and Only and turn into this hideous thing with eggs of roaches laid in every crevice of your flesh? Oh, I know it: I live in a world that is a lie: yes, the world is a lie, life is a broken promise, and the righteous shall never see dawn in their fabled Kingdom of the Heavens. No, we will go on in darkness, and this long night of terror & injustice will last and last till every one of us will have perished in the arms of our lovers & murderers. Sickness!