Mr. Electric Ocean disappears and re-appears like a smiling/snarling phantom Dawn: wooing the blue from the crawling eyes of babies Midday: vanished. grinning through the sweat pores of harlots and whores Sundown: opening a cloak of tentacles...preaching the gospel of cracked crystal beaks Dusk: peeling back the birth skin like wrapping paper around a virgin. vanish again Twilight: march on electric children! And you, with your self righteous army of Crotches spewing paper children, his death hole is deeper And stronger than love