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Do you the warm progress
under the
Do you know we
you forgotten the keys
to the
Have you borne yet
& are you
reinvent the gods, all teh myths
of the
Celebrate from deep elder forests
[Have you forgotten the
of the war]
We need great golden
The are cackling in trees
of the
Our is dead in the sea
Do you we are being led to
slaughters by admirals
& that fat generals are getting
obscene on blood
Do you we are ruled by T.V.
The is dry blood beast
Guerrilla are rolling numbers
in the block of green vine
amassing for warfare on
herdsman who are dying
O creator of being
grant us one more to
our art
& our lives
The & atheists are doubly divine
&
We live, we die
& death not it
Journey we more the

Cling to
Our flower
Cling to Cunts &
of
We got our final
by
groin got
filled w/green
(I touched her
& smiled)
We have assembled inside this
& theatre
To our lust for life
& flee the swarming
of the
The barns are
The kept
& one of all the rest
To & save us
W/the divine
of
Music inflames
(When the true murderers
are allowed to roam
a Magicians arise in the land)
Where are the
we are
Where is the
The New
(dying on the vine)
mockery
give us an hour for
We of the glove
We of the flight
& hour
We of arabic breed
We of sundome & the
Give us
To
A nightr of
Give us in
The
of color
hundred
a mandala
for me & for you
& for your
pillowed
a head,
& a bed
decree
Resident
has thee
We used to
in the good old
We still
In little
The of Kindness
& brow
Forget &
Did you know freedom
in books
Did you know are
our prisons
w/in a jail, w/in a
a white free protestant

We're headlong
on the of boredom
We're reaching for
on the end of a
trying for something
that's found us
Wow, I'm of doubt
Live in the light of

Cruel
The sevants the power
dog-men & mean women
pulling poor over
our
I'm sick of dour
at me from the T.V.
Tower, I roses in
my garden dig?
babies, rubies
must now replace
in the mud
These mutants,
for the that's plowed
they are waiting to us into
the garden
Do you how pale & wanton thrillful
death on a stranger hour
unannounced, for
like a scaring guest you've
to bed
Death angels of us all
& us wings
where we had
as raven's

No more money, no more dress
This other kingdom seems by far the
until its other jaw reveals
& loose to a vegetable law
I not go
Prefer a of friends
To the family