11. "Night of the Bleeding Ear"

In the time of the fall turn
Of the Towers turn to stone.

Coming toward their valleys as
A dense cloud of sacrifice.

The wind-curved sandhills olno
Mgnidn, dark pungent gneiss.

Greasy wall of starfish weaves
In my dreams bitter calcspar.

Mutiny avalanche here
Subservient to the sound.

Of essential fire, em'rald
Did: not carbonaceous loves.

Sleepwalkers in the Temple
Cold, of Starry Orgasm.

Profound crystal & painful
Doom; we are dying, Egypt.