Dour river Jaded with monotony of lights Diving off mast heads.... Lights mad with creating in a river... turning its sullen back... Heave up, river......
Out of fiery contacts... Rushing auras of steel Touching and whirled apart... Out of the charged phallases Of iron leaping Female and male, Complete, indivisible, one, Fused into light.
I thought to die that night in the solitude where they would never find me... But there was time... And I lay quietly on the drawn knees of the mountain, staring into the abyss... I do not know how long......