GAUNT AND GONE
Here's the reason for that : the landing
never landed and the moon is still of
cheese. OK? I am the thin man, telling
you this. Don't look at the nighttime
sky for answers. There are none.
You were placed here, like a jewel on a
black velvet night, to float through your
piers of illusion. Go see, and look, how
crisp and defined most everything is.
Hazelton? Trenton? West Paterson?
Again? All that ever comes through
is the noise of the wires, not the
sound of the words being spoken.