Curve of the flesh colored ghost, flesh can in the lighthouse. Lightcan
in the fleshhouse. Brilliant rainbows of all-white, all-green, all-blue,
sparking like jumper cable jacksparks over the vaults of the nations.
Jungle cables jumping through the brush without the aid of a machete.
Machines made all of machetes coursing through the brush that all sprang
up, new green & dense, since last night. All the fronds of symbols and
symbolic functions, tangled already like old-growth — bring the machete
machine in!