Apocalypse, 1988


Text: Willliam S. Burroughs, Edition: 90

Page 7
At my back – faster and faster – I always hear hurry up – energy ground down into – please its time closing – sidewalks and street by billions of feet and tires erupt from manholes and tunnels break out with volcanic force let it come down careening subways faster and faster stations blur by, Pan whips screaming crowds with flaming pipes millions of faces look up at the torn sky OFF THE TRACK OFF THE TRACK the planet is pulling loose from its moorings, careening off into space spilling cities and mountains and seas into the Void faster and faster.