Confession! Part II
I now resume the confession that I began.
I know that I stole from your sacred cow behind your back, but while you watched me I stole your heart, and somehow that makes it alright.
As this glorious war settles upon the surface of humanity I can almost see the extraordinary souls passing up to heaven like golden beetles flashing up from the depths of a pond.
I once illegalized vultures in a dream.
I am all the more unsettled and forceful because of your dissatisfaction with me. Am I not doing enough already? The yellow flower of destruction and the first of dawn—both are me.
Cluster bombs are my favorite instrument because they most resemble the stars.