I'm looking forward to losing all my hairnI'm looking forward to looking backwardnMultiple suns have always guided menMultiple suns, to do my biddingnI recall my youth with Klock:nA bubbling boob of hatenStill, I fashioned not one crimenAnd Klock, ofcourse, was arrestednThey turned his mind to pastenYes, it happens all the timenNow you ask me 'why so many suns?'nOne for each murder me and my angel donenDe profundis; how I love to live this loose!nDe profundis; with my Donald Duck orange juice!nKlock was like an older brothernAnd for awhile I was henOr rather he was InNow I regard him as anothernOne of my sovereign sunsnYes, this happens all the timennThe Harpies scatter; intestines unravelnBetter than memory: ACTUAL TIME TRAVELnHeavens abound in pomegranite lightnHeavens abound; I gain back my overbitenI am their only planetnSuns of the bluest flamenStoic, yet volitilenIf'n the past come hithernI keep the gaslight burningnBecause it could happen any time