"The Dreamer In The Catacombs Of Ur") ...ome of such delving into nighted realms. Ha! The path to elucidation is seldom devoid of thorns, the road to knowledge rarely free of perils! I seek enlightenment, and by the erudite tongue of Herodotus, I may have found it! Ancient tradition of this land has long spoken of strange flashes of light emanating from the depths of pyramid passages and temple catacombs. Over a thousand years ago the Arabs wrote of the transient walls and hidden chambers of these monuments; of secret doors moved by an unseen force and of implacable sentries who guarded the secrets of the temples with dour tenacity. What I found this evening gives credence to all that and more. Is the lore which I discovered carved into the ancient stone of Karnak's temple the next fragment of the cryptic conundrum which I have dedicated my life to solving? The Coptic papyrus states that, upon the walls of the pyramids and the temples were inscribed the mysteries of science, astronomy, geometry and physics; inscriptions of unknown peoples and lost civilizations whose lore was carved into the stone to preser...phs I beheld carved into the ancient stone of Karnak (which I somehow understood implicitly), the visions I experienced within the temple, it is all quite clearly compelling me to the next stage in my grand voyage of enlightenment. According to the inscriptions, the truth, the key, awaits me within the ziggurats of ancient Sumeria. I hear the call of the ancients, beckoning me to that aeon-veiled place across the unforgiving sands. We shall depart at once. I feel sure I shall find that which I seek between the two rivers, at the place of the seven cities. Yes, I shall surely meet my destiny within the mystery-haunted catacombs of ancient Ur... ...Sumerian catacombs astir with vile Cht...en cities... in the Catacombs of Ur! ..."The Dreamer In The Catacombs Of Ur" on the fifth

the catacombs of Ur. ...ithin the lightless catacombs of Ur... Entombed w...pped forever in the catacombs of Ur... ...Warnings etched into the cuneiform table... the dreamer in the catacombs of you're awaken! ...the Dreamer in the catacombs is risen! ...the sigils engraved into the

Automatic catacombs ...Can I spy into the mystic ...Yell into a telescope ...Giving into the beauty and ...Can I spy into the mystic ...Giving into the beauty too and

ing walls that wilt into the desert ...How far can you see into me ...How far can you see into me ...and my falling catacombs

clue. So he climbed into the tub wearing his underwear and overcoat, jumped aboard the model boat and followed the water down the drain. In his brain there are file cabinets and secretaries filing their nails downstairs (But I don't want to talk about that room downstairs). At this moment Detective Slocks and Slovets realize that since they had reported on the crime scene this morning each of them has aged over fifty years. Two butterflies land on their shoulders and harmonize softly in their ears "Where did all the time go?" "Did you think that you'd stay young forever?" "But at least you're still together..." The two detectives held hands in the moonlight. The butterflies flew away which prompted Slovit's to say,"l miss them already". Slocks removed a fountain pen from his breast pocket, drove it deep into Slovit's throat and began screeching "DEATH TO THE PARCHMENT WHALE, THE ROBOT IAM LASAILE". While in prison, Slocks wrote one of the most revered exercises in free verse titled "The Cause of Gauze". "Oh the cause of gauze, The Manuels have fondled many memories from my lap though each memory has its own lap and swimmers swim laps. Even swimmers have laps however and while in that condition many require a delicate gauze. I desire only this in my decrepitude, that I will have one more opportunity to serve as a gauze to my fellow man and that in that state of gauze can somehow disturb the world less often with my prickly fingers." When Detective Dulllight returning from the catacombs first heard the news of the Slocks and Slovets stabbing and subsequent poetry enterprise he immediately fell to the floor and began plucking peaches from his cheeks. This eventually became a tiresome activity so he evaporated into the cream a float a

Poked a hole right into myself...Up from the catacombs...I ran into the angel again

Catacombs ov night...Into the starry womb

Catacombs ov night...Into the starry womb

Catacombs ov night...Into the starry womb

nsane mothers birth into the night

right eyes to reach into my mind ...through all these catacombs which freeze me

Catacombs ov night...Into the starry womb