I can make the earth stop in its tracks. I made the blue cars go away. I can make myself invisible or sma… I can become gigantic & reach the

—Moment of inner freedom when the mind is opened & the infinite universe revealed & the soul is left to wander dazed & confus’d searching

The great hiway of dawn Stretching to slumber pouring out from her greedy palms a shore, to wander Hesitation & doubt

The barn is burning The race-track is over Farmers run out w/ buckets of water The horse flesh is burning

What can I read her What can I read her on a Sunday Morning What can I do that will somehow reach her

down down down down down

The night is young & full of rest I can’t describe the way she’s dress’d She’ll pander to some strange

for leather accrues The miracle of the streets The scents & smogs & pollens of existence Shiny blackness

The 1st electric wildness came over the people on sweet Friday. Sweat was in the air. The channel beamed,

everyone has Their own magic There is no death so nothing matters High Style Flash & forgive me

Midnight criminal metabolism of guilt fores… Rattlesnakes whistles castanets Remove me from this hall of mirror… This filthy glass