The General Nature of Vigilance
The piano coming from the tents of the military circus stirs awake a desert god who arises blinking from his eyes the bricks of history, swatting helicopters like moths against a backdrop of illegible calligraphy. Marching across the vast parliament hall the vigilant guard discussing the stagecraft of the current war. Loud explosions were though to stave off the plague - from this came the Theatre of Cruelty. Storm Fausts house and drag him out - when they murder me, catch the snake of my genius as it slithers from my soul, milk it for its poisen.
After stumbling over the head of Orpheus in a cave I have all the old womans secrets now.
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