Monsters of lave gazing their own reflection
In black mirros, placid lakes
A sky so heavy it leveled down
Every crater, every volcano
Mountain giants speaking a tongue of rocks
Shore reaching the warmth of night
Dripping over sky dancers dressed in white
Rivers of sand, sea of melted rocks
Can hardly water the pinkest of thistle
Streets vomiting a band of peacocks
Pissing rainbows on top of organ pipes
Wading through river of cods they ran
The phallic church comes in a geyser of
white flakes