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(a Kayo Dot's chef d'oeuvre) “What, then, is the Manifold Curiosity''''? ask the Seven Holy Aphkallu, and it was answered thus by the Lord: a dead thing that seeks to live but cannot. A thing inert and incapable of growth, and a blasphemy to nature and to the laws of nature. A many-faced spectre, a germ within the minds of men. A dead thing that calls itself life, and eternal life. A thing odious, the excrement of the stars, excrement as the worshippers of the Manifold Curiosity are feasters upon excrement at the Agape.“ (lyrics) It never hurt this much before, And I feel I'm courting Saturn. The Twelve-Eyed Secret gazes through a prism, Staring into raindrops swirling slow It lifts its horrible heads With lidless orbs of limitless vision. I dream with fluid movements in a lake The ripples cast from skipping stones We speak below a gushing mind, Crouching in a corner, hid behind a box Full of Worms and stalking shadows.
