Sourceless, rythmless, heartless. I scan the desert. Since I, in my beasthood saw the dancers there. As my hands, two tiny figures, came visible, Like a carniver of flesh. A union of monstrosities. Curveless, boundless, eyeless. I flee from the source of my agony. Since I, in my beasthood, took form In new, alien anatomies. My limbs towering, mounting in celebration. Murmuring the approval of new glories