Ammon

Revelry in Archimedean states of mind,
Icarus-hearted, we assume too much,
soar in solar drunkedness,
and climb too high.

Hide it little one,
Hide it quick...

We dance, our hearts of violet fire
envelop one another's,
some coagulated mass of flesh ensues.
Thump, thump, thump,
goes the beating of the heart,
a drum of joyful rebellion
soon to be the dirge of youth.

Protect your liver, Child!
Ohalibah shall soon be here...

Urban people scurry in the streets
nails click-clacking upon cement,
endlessly searching for something to consume.