• Shake dreams from your hair
    My pretty child, my sweet one.
    Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
    The day's divinity
    First thing you see.

    A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
    Couples naked race down by it's quiet side
    And we laugh like soft, mad children
    Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
    The music and voices are all around us.
    Choose they croon the Ancient Ones
    The time has come again
    Choose now, they croon
    Beneath the moon
    Beside an ancient lake
    Enter again the sweet forest
    Enter the hot dream
    Come with us
    Everything is broken up and dances.
    .....
    Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
    Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.

    · Ago 4 months ·
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