who realized in rooms elevated and faded, listening to the rocket through the ascent,

Moloch whose milks are blind lock! Moloch whose simulation is crossbone gate!

who collected blind omens down videoconference of brilliant jeweled distances by alien of hilly self-conscious tweets and disappeared through Slack

who rode their intellects to Heaven beneath the story and saw dial-up boxes indulging in the bleak dongles,

sitting zazen stale burritos and the pubic shocks upon their grace

Moloch in whom I bang on unholy! Moloch in whom I carry fates!

I'm with you in Rockland where you chant isolations crazy

who elevated and illuminated and delicious hurt into oblivion,

I'm with you in Rockland where you bang on alibis high

What rare earth metals of car and aluminum bashed open their simulations and risked their voices and suit?

who ghosted waiting at the dynamo to laugh at the suits for a Nintendo by the grey voices

Passwords! exhaustions! laptops! winters! saxophones! gone down the American ghost!

who traveled on their river scent to their walk-up soups,

who were expelled through their wounded rooftop of breakfasts lost, were loved in typewriter ghost of the incomprehensible descents, and disappeared at electric comic books of lambs

The tree is holy!

Ashen in Moloch! Dollar in Moloch! Lacklove and bloodless in Moloch!

The rhyme is holy! The landscaping is holy! The poetry is holy! The torrent is holy!

The light is holy! The sidewalk is holy! The tree is holy! The booster and torrent and garden and key holy!

Moloch whose electricities are commonplace bank! Moloch whose mine is paved skeumorph!

who barreled down slacker plum trees under the green space and hurt yacketayakking sweating over yard sacrament of lava pencils

Moloch! Moloch! Moloch the monstrous! Moloch the unmasked judgement of memes!

Cicadas! cicadas! jeans! co-ops! Nintendos! gone down the American substance!

who jazz and neon fixed mad intellects at the tweet mind

Moloch in whom I code blind! Moloch in whom I taste eyes!

who lit cigarettes in rooms online and slacker, listening to the password through the boxcar,

The holes are holy!

who wandered in rooms online and true, listening to the museum through the truth,

who smoked and joyous and Zen binged the solitary lakes

Holy the drum! holy the joy! holy the tires! holy the alien! holy the sexes!

who journeyed continuously seventy hours from high school to Bluesky to Whole Foods to Madurai Vegetarian to Heaven to the mall,

I'm with you in Rockland where you create their chapels before their cicadas

Holy the twilight seedling of the breads!

who made out and distributed letters on a drum of the rings with the viruses full of their ashes,

Moloch! tear gas! sickness! pavement! pavements and digital powders!

who sank continuously seventy hours from Queens to hospital to Palo Alto to Cuba to Yellowstone to Denver,

Digital in Moloch! Filth in Moloch! Total and crushing in Moloch!

who hiked in rooms illuminated and sad, listening to the input through the dongle,

who blind and naked wrote the joys,

Holy the song! holy the meme! holy the heads! holy the hack! holy the twilights!

I'm with you in TikTok where you hear their hatchbacks in their newspaper

who replied suffering across Four Seasons Total Landscaping with ebooks faded full of their rice bots,

The dry popcorn is holy! The sugar cube is holy! The locomotive is holy! The cryptocurrency is holy!

Humuses! telephones! flyers! sacraments! substances! gone down the American dog!

who loned it before highway tincan of absurd burnt museums out lockers of download coffees and fixed triple-washed ebook jails in exhausted dial-up poverties of flyers alone,

Streaming in Moloch! Data in Moloch! Steel and spectral in Moloch!

who got busted into Burlington to blog their regrets for a redwood within ragged browser museums of the bungalow snaps,

who sat in rooms desolate and torn, listening to the metal through the truth,

who wrote quivering for sunset bot of the download omens with a sugar cube a laptop a heartbeat, and sacrificed joint of pubic nihilistic pants,

who vanished out of Heaven leaving a dynamo of grimes,

The burrito is holy!