Grooving on the wondrous horizon that stars say
MOAB makes with plain hours,
I must alarums raise! And run naked into the street!
Or you will never see the truth rise!
So, nothing is square, but all is naked;
Let the wind blow, it is enough
That we have the MOAB to groove eternity through...

Ole A., First Vowel

I am digging this mightily, and it is cool.