Skull Chatter (Vol. 1 No. 2)
A glimmer of Weirdglow in a world of woe,
to end all frustrations and problems we sow.
The naive mind slipping and undone its truss,
to make for new thinking with none of the fuss.
Our models exploding by bright cosmic rain,
new feelings and power with none of the pain.
The God-forms all melting in numinous light,
our symbols and feelings express our new might.
Our thoughts and our fancies now vanished as air,
the pulse of the cosmos alone now lies bare.
The props have all fallen, the stage finally clear,
emerges the truth that was ever so near.
