Good morning great Moloch
Bright nothing, sunflower
Selling your peacocks at the corner of sight
Good evening blood mother
Far off and broken
A nexus, a typhon, a walker on stilts
Ship dreaming and arctic
A polar exploring
A seagull and seahorse, crossbred and unborn

Good morning great Moloch
Great silence, burnt river
Driving home darkness at the close of the day
Good evening blood father
Smudged by the twilight
Made iridescent by the tongue of the sea
Quick sleeping equator
A patchwork of terrors
Bound up in brightness through swallowing gold