Dawn and alarm clock command me downstairs
to crispy maize mixed with milk,
breakfast bowl sweet with bear's-gold.
For transit I wait but fellow travellers
providentially pass and offer passage;
now shall I board abaft or fore?
Friday, Friday day of the fair one;
golden-teared goddess of the apple garden!
Succeeded by Saturday for the sicle-bearer,
only Roman in the English week.
Driving adrift in Yggdrasil's branches,
around whose roots sleeps in Rlyeh
the unnamable and his innumerable kin.
Iä, Iä-- orgiastic
chthonian catharsis-- Cthulhu fhtagn!
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