[Written shortly after 'In collision', tell me what it is about.] Sulphurous philosophical revolt Chant my unspoken name Of seven words and thirteen numbers Drenched in the chalice of vitriol Mazed illusions Flesh and decay of the womb- shaped Hell I'm king of a perishing realm Which I rebuild to cleanse the void I am the world A universe dies on the screen of my eyes Scarred be the wounds that bleed afresh The wounds of timeless structure From north to south meridians fall Into oceans where the call is From north to south meridians fall deep