Kristy w/ the Sparkling Teeth

Brand new bright lights of Arco, Idaho go dim One delusion runs its course, its companion thereupon begins Old ghost white face of impatience wearing thin Casting quiet curses as of course they came back round again In spite of wonders, disbelief We spent our nights climbing towers built on songs From the obsolete inscriptions of the sons of Babylon Were you not carved among the hunters and their king W/ their chests adorned in necklace & their arms like falcon wings? Were you not forged in grief Avenging lions in the alabaster bas-relief? Kristy with the Sparkling Teeth!