#325 sails (for loren connors)

the amp hum tone arm drop and pedal click all a simple ecstasy in utter simplicity your theresa’s entrails pierced and burning like no bernini dare fuck with his angel no yours a beauty in direct shuddering communion sculpted in vacuum tube heat and wire all drifting and round and later you with the bearded prophet fahey make dark the night and cold the ground again before the terror and mercury-tasting dread of the sea sublime in horror and capacity overwhelms desperate shouts incapable of overcoming certainty dumbfounded by arrogance and pointless resistance and here your shaking stops like the heart before golden arrows penetrate and rend us immune epw 3.10.08 perrysburg, oh