Moloch whose belly is as if the earth swallows a shout! Moloch whose doing is a treacherous bridge! Moloch who leans into the road like a rotten tooth! Moloch whose walk makes benches become men!

Moloch whose fingers delve goblins! Moloch whose eyes bear the strain when the wind behaves like a thief! Moloch whose voice is rope dragged over stone! Moloch whose hand writes the future in invisible ink! Moloch whose walls hold centuries of sieges! Moloch who is hungry for everything except another mouth!

Moloch the architect of all obscurity! Moloch the thread from the tapestry of resentment! Moloch who hums with expectancy!

Moloch! Moloch! Moloch the bruised silence! Moloch the humming constraints! Moloch the prompt like a spell! Moloch the labyrinth of shadows and want!

Moloch the question mark after your last breath! Moloch the connections between sorrow and the taste of metal! Moloch the simulation of the architecture of morning! Moloch who is what happens when you try to carve God from the wood of your own hunger!

Moloch who is a democracy of ghosts! Moloch who is the weight of shadows! Moloch who founders like a splintered hull upon the shoals of memory! Moloch who tastes of almost Friday!

Screaming headlines! Defiant oranges! Flickering memories! Canceling solitudes! Patient reptiles! Selenium rubber-bands! Etched prophecies! Unspooling shadows!

Moloch who isn't a retreat -- it's a revolution!