All Inhabitants of The Earth Will Worship the Beast

Let it be so, as there could hardly be another glyph. In such a wretched land, one that has stifled any other hope, perhaps there is nothing else to be said, to be persecuted or obtained in judgement for an unspeakable act of treason, and so there will certainly be horrid events from which a mortal soul must learn to respond, bouts of intense hypothermia, tormenting madness in underwater caves, unbearable proceedings in a variety of sea trials, tortuous circumstances of fate and fortitude, the myth behind the end of a temporal vision, live rounds of ammunition floating into an unsightly cavern of unprincipled mice, serious castigation upon cold blue eddies in a wayward child, an intemperate pool of parasites, revelation in redemptive hair, covered mountain scenes above a moon.

Six Poems (An Eye for An I, Right There Waiting for Me, No More Night and Others):
An Eye for An I - An all-seeing eye of cosmos opened within me having an epistemic sense of power. The rain trickled down the oval-shaped wet window. 'Twasn't a blue eye, yet 'twas bluing. The blues of the stars were trickling out of their core. Over your tasting part of the tongue full of sensations about itself, suffering words struck the silence between us. I could not comprehend their sense- their meaning sank in the sadness of the rain.

I Pray That You May Enjoy Good Health Even As Your Soul Is Getting Along Well:
If you haven't heard by now, you should surely know, sickness can be as dirty as a pig, it can be scummy, it can be crummy, it can even be as filthy as an extended game of bingo, or heaven forbid, a long game of gin rummy. So even though your soul may be right there in the right place, there is no telling what your body might be gin to do.

He Saw Another Beast Coming Out Of The Earth With Two Horns That Spoke Like A Dragon:
If you think it will all be over soon, do not be mislead, take another breath, dilate your pupils, stimulate your head. Whether you shall actually live to see the light of another day or cease to exist before tomorrow, you may soon realize that what you had hoped to come to pass will continue to be with us for extended time as long as the sky will remain inseparable and intact for there are far too many creatures lurking in the shadows high above us, masters of their own fading memories, rulers of their own premonitory fate.

The Mantaro Valley (Lee's Return):
At long last Lee was back in South America among the many companions he had made in the past decade. He threw himself back into his old routine. And what had been so far away was all at once, seemingly so near-: bodies moving poetically here and there, as if at a cadence of bouncing syllables. Behind him people were nudging him to pass right and left, back and forth, and his Peruvian wife clutching his hand, as to not lose him in the crowd? The Mantaro Valley is deep and wide, set against the pressing and towering Andes, and Lee, he found himself standing stone-still, in the Plaza de Arms, near the old cathedral, spoke to the overshadowing mountains, as often he had done in the past upon his return, -almost eye to eye with the sun... "I'm back," he said.

A Woman Appeared Clothed With The Sun, The Moon Under Her Feet, A Crown Of Twelve Stars On Her Head:
There shall be brightness in the final days in a ray of light from a shimmering sun, bold imprints upon even an undiscerning eye for there will no longer be a place for the luster of the moon. In a courtly robe it shall sparkle and shine full splendor for a silhouette, a dashing burning sight. It is in the daytime that the vision will reveal itself, a spectral mountain with deep valleys, winding rivers, flowing streams in sacred places dwelling softly, a wondrous angel sleeping in the shadows escalating on drift and knoll.

There Are Brute Beasts Creatures of Instinct Blots and Blemishes Reveling In A Feast:
Ink spots on the table, mysterious drops, ethereal stops somewhere in the rain. But no one knows when it may all come to a sudden end. The rise of fascists haggling in a thunderstorm, lightning across psilocybin, extraordinary blotter in a clear blue sky, redemption, reparation, absolution expiation on cue, efforts to carry out experiments in daily living fascinating trips upon a locomotive, a desolate moving train, still this is melancholy, depressive antics in gestures from me to you but to call it sadness would certainly be an error because there are rich textures altogether, a compensatory mournful view, yet there are many ways to be quite frank and we must admit that sometimes blemishes can be beautiful nicks, pock marks on the surface of a wondrous shining skin.