Like nomad sand, again the soul-razing in the desert

threshing floor, killing floor, white heat of birth-sex-death-resurrection

What pronouncement to make on Avalon's breastplate --

performance art thou Vesuvius

in the spotlight thrill of eternity?

Wandering waifs waver in the vortex of text, DNA coding in HTML

where the pulse of infinite plush power

flushes the adamant barnacles of history