that circular hammer image really set me off. most of the trip though was recalling Patchen's classic prose from the beginning of Albion Moonlight, "The evening slowly turns to black stone and the hammer of God chips at the sky, making stars.." thanks, harry!
where the high-hatted
minstrels of coin
shattered black idols
on a monstrous altar
of skin
- that skin is ours/yours
hks
really set me off.
most of the trip though
was recalling Patchen's classic
prose from the beginning
of Albion Moonlight,
"The evening slowly turns to black stone
and the hammer of God chips at the sky,
making stars.."
thanks, harry!
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