Since the dawn of the dog doubts the nerves of the sun the lapping of the collar solar panel the fleas that bite the leftovers The rotting fruits of purpose that are frozen in the fur of the barking dog at the entrance to heaven a reclusive trickle of salvation serves a favourite in the aromas fumes the silence of the dog whistle that regulates the anti establishments covenance to the guardians values The entity with a sellable smile an estuary of ghostly waters evapourates from eyes as cold blood on the land that brokers a stagnant mirage Loving the vessels magnesim spiritually as tempting to cross pestering the residential apothekery the dogs best friend is the hounding of hunting to a task .