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"In Search of the Young Wizard", Harry Crosby. 

I exchange eyes with the Mad Queen. The mirror crashes against my face and bursts into a thousand suns. all over the city flags cracle and bang. Fog horns scream in the harbor. The wind hurricanes through the window. Tornadoes are unmuzzled as I begin to dance the dance of the Kurd Shepherds. I stamp upon the floor. I whirl like dervishes. Colors revolve dressing and undressing. I lash them with fury stark white with iron black harsh red with blue marble green with bright orange and only gold remains naked. I roar with joy. Black-footed ferrets disappear into holes. The sun tattooed on my back begins to spin faster and faster whirring whirring throwing out a glory of sparks. Sparks shoot off into space sparks into shooting stars. Shooting stars collide with comets. Explosions. Naked colors explode into Red Disaster. I crash out through a window naked wide-spread upon a Heliosaurus. I uproot an obelisk and plunge it into the ink-pot of the Black Sea. I write the word SUN across the dreary palimpsest of the world. I pour the contents of the Red Sea down my throat. I erect catapults and lay seige to the cities of the world. I scatter violent disorder throughout the kingdoms of the world. I stone the people of the world. I stride over mountains. I pick up oceans like tin cards and spin them into oblivion. I kick down walled cities. I hurl giant firebrands against governments. I thrust torches through the eyes of the law. I annihilate museums. I demolish libraries. I oblivionize skyscrapers. I become hard as adamant strong as battleindurated with solid fire rigid with hatred. I bring back the wizards and sorcerers the necromancers the magicians. I practice witchcraft. I set up idols. With a sharp-edged sword I cut through the crowded streets. Comets follw in my wake. Stars make obeisance to me. The moon uncovers her nakedness to me. I am the harbiger of a New Sun World. I bring the seed of a New Copulation. I proclaim the Mad Queen. I stamp out vast empires. I crush palaces in my rigid hands. I harden my heart against churches. I blot out cemetaries. I feed the people with stinging nettles. I resurrect madness. I thrust my naked sword between the ribs of the world. I murder the world!

I never go to church to pray Among the crowded pews Nor kneel before a crucifix To hail the king of Jews I never say a prayer To Saint or Holy Ghost Nor listen to the preacher's word That talks of sin the most But in a pair of eyes Or drinking silver gin Or in the colors of a dress My soul begins to sing And sunbeams on the wall Reveal sometimes for me The beauty that I weave for God And for Eternity.