Come! Drink at my well 

Eat not of sweet sounds that ring from the bell

Go! Now do my will

The changes fast wrought in your mind I instill

Confusion's writ large on the tomb of your life

Indelible urges to pain and to strife

So stab at your heart and murder your wife

My jollity speaks through the blade of your knife

Your belly’s gone sour

Go! This is the hour

Your breath kills my smoke

The smoldering lust of your loins is god’s joke

My words ring a jingle of sounds in your head

You’ll never see clearly because you are dead

Tumultuous garbage, the father of deeds

Your hair and your beard are green fungal weeds

Away with your joy and your offer of life

I’ll laze in my garage and fuck your dead wife

These words are my joke on the seat of your mind

My brain is a razor, the cuts are unkind

Undone! Undone is all hope of coherence

The Lord of Dispersion has written this page

Your wavefront’s a pattern of quantum interference

Scattered through time but never of age