When I write and I go under
My inscriptions and the roaring thunder
is encaged within me lust
to last a thousand years
is released from my heart star dust
to sprinkle upon the people's ears
golden dust a termite dust
that bites through fears and fusions
the interminable dust that springs
from the springs of life and wisdom
Those springs of poets and of artists
the springs of truth and love
from whence any may qunch their thirst
and feel the heart beating in rays from above
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EVERYONE meeting at Charing X 10 am *********TOMORROW*************
for a bit of parctaking the old work is shit malarkey
1st of May
x
Maria
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