voice of the mother of the god of dead land by liquor and chance in the ear of loved lover in their new land of new east - news.
ink-blood still?
here in the lush we suck each others' lips for wine, the sun dips late dies glorious.
heavy hard sometimes still that untouchable wealth, locked up out there frozen, that insatiable ore that once so made and destroyed the wide world - a glint, sharp gone, dead land - unmoved.
