Searching for the lost Empress,
my sister, my wife. Under the Thunder
galaxy, the Wordlings galaxy, the Lardass galaxy, the Boobies galaxy. The
Wing galaxy, the Ling galaxy, the Lang galaxy, the Lana galaxy. The Milk
galaxy, the Sperm galaxy, the Blood galaxy, the Saliva galaxy.
She's alive in the saliva
galaxy, my love. Resting peacefully like a hair
in the mouth. There in the panoscope, the oscillations of her cockpit
register as a frittery squiggle. My minister of Electromagnetism is all
atwitter. Down below in the Great Hall, the kids are playing Twister with
their sister.