"The Inner Archangels"

The barking of the little dogs
Resounds within this plywood hogan
All my years blown down the road
Have made of me no mundane hajji

All my years blown down the road

Come creeping back like ilka pillbug
Bearing frankincense and words
And fractal moods from far R'lyeh
Sharpened in a bent kazoo

And dreams i never can remember


Xenakis - Pleiades- Peaux.