BABLES OF BLOCKS TO THE HIGH EVERANCE TOWERING FLAMES OF PUTILITY SWIRLING BLOWER Poisonous, fungi and brick and stone flowering, lanterns that shudder and death lights that glow. Black monstrous bridges across oily rivers, cobwebs of cables and nameless things spun, Catechon deeps whose dank chaos delivers streams of life better than rats in the sun. Color, splendor, disease and decaying, shrieking and wringing and crawling insane, gravels exotic to stranger gods, praying, jumbles of odor that stifle the brain. Legions of cats from the alleys not turtle, howling and lean in the glare of the moon, screaming the future with mouthings infernal, yelling the garden of Pluto's red room. Tall towers and pyramids, Iveyting crumbling, bats that swoon low in the weed-combered streets, bleak-arkened bridges or rivers whose rumbling joins with no voice as the thick-horde retreats. Belphries that buckle against the moon totter and caverns whose mouths are by mosses of face and living to answer the wind and the water, only the lean cats that owl in the wastes.