Ok Neal ethereal Spirit
shining like the air that moves
blue as dawn city
happy day as the light emanating from the new town houses
Gigantic brick Maya arise
rebuilt in the Lower East Side
windows shining in the milky smog.
Appearance not necessary now.
Peter (sleeps alone in the room next door, sad.'re Reincarnated? Can you hear me talking?
If ever any man had the strength to hear the invisible, is guided through the wall of the Maya
you were to have her
What
What are you now, Spirit?
spirit in the body were
body is cremated beside the railway track
Desert San Miguel Allende,
out of town,
Spirit become spirit,
robot or reduced to ashes.
Tender Spirit, thank you for keeping touch with his hands when you were young, in a beautiful body,
A touch so pure it was beyond hope a flesh and Maya, what are you now,
impersonal, tender
show me your muscles / heat / over twenty years ago when I lay shivering on your chest to put your
arm around my neck,
- We were in a room together naked in the 103rd Street listening to a Radio wooden
eyes closed
red Lord of Shabda
flashed into our brains to Illinois Jacquet's saxophone quivering,
Cornetta's prophetic Louis Jordan,
Honeydrippers Open The Door Richard Revelation of Christ
The houses are without substance
This is the My Vision of New York outside the offices
apartments to the east where the phone rang last night and a friendly
unfamiliar voice asked me to Denver, I had the news from the West?
A mass arrests, Eugene Oregon Hollywood incumbent or I had a premonition.
"No," I said "I was been away all week," you did not get the news from the West,
Neal Cassady is dead "
Oh! voice of a dove of Peter on the other line, listening.
Your cheerful still photography, dramatic, tense,
a candle burning, incense stick
green gods of the house. The Tyranny reaches Military University, Prophecy your
approaching his pious gentle sense leads us
Down
the awakening of the Great Year.
Kesey in Oregon is writing a novel language
family farm alone.
had nothing else to do? Had you done all your work? Had you seen your first child?
Why you left us all here?
And the battle was won?
am a ghost skeleton with teeth, skull resting on a pillow
to invoke your spirit echo of God consciousness, muttering to myself
sad.
Lamento dawn unnecessary
the world is freed, desire fulfilled, your story's over,
story told, Karma resolved, prayers
made clear vision, heard new awareness, the spirit back in a circle,
world left empty buses rumbling through the streets
immodizia scattered in profusion Splendor in the streets
solidified, the fate of ghost-family
returned at dawn-Auto,
your fate fell on the railway tracks
my body breathes light
lie alone
After experiencing friendship vanished forms
heavy carnal happiness is suspended in the middle, I could talk
Forever,
Pleasure inexhaustible discourse of spirit to spirit,
O Spirit.
Spirit Lord, forgive my sins,
spiriro Lord Give me your blessing, Lord
forgiving spirit ghost demands of my body, spirit
Lord thank you for your past kindness, ..
spirit Lord in Heaven, What difference did your mortal form, What more than this great exhibition space? Quick passions of generations of
Question? Guided anguished night in Texas?
psychedelic bus hegira talk
Poems green car, inspired by the streets?
Sad, Jack Lowell saw more than all the ghost
longer just about everything except your noble self.
Lord Spirit, they are driven only:
Oh sigh.
February 10, 1968
shining like the air that moves
blue as dawn city
happy day as the light emanating from the new town houses
Gigantic brick Maya arise
rebuilt in the Lower East Side
windows shining in the milky smog.
Appearance not necessary now.
Peter (sleeps alone in the room next door, sad.'re Reincarnated? Can you hear me talking?
If ever any man had the strength to hear the invisible, is guided through the wall of the Maya
you were to have her
What
What are you now, Spirit?
spirit in the body were
body is cremated beside the railway track
Desert San Miguel Allende,
out of town,
Spirit become spirit,
robot or reduced to ashes.
Tender Spirit, thank you for keeping touch with his hands when you were young, in a beautiful body,
A touch so pure it was beyond hope a flesh and Maya, what are you now,
impersonal, tender
show me your muscles / heat / over twenty years ago when I lay shivering on your chest to put your
arm around my neck,
- We were in a room together naked in the 103rd Street listening to a Radio wooden
eyes closed
red Lord of Shabda
flashed into our brains to Illinois Jacquet's saxophone quivering,
Cornetta's prophetic Louis Jordan,
Honeydrippers Open The Door Richard Revelation of Christ
The houses are without substance
This is the My Vision of New York outside the offices
apartments to the east where the phone rang last night and a friendly
unfamiliar voice asked me to Denver, I had the news from the West?
A mass arrests, Eugene Oregon Hollywood incumbent or I had a premonition.
"No," I said "I was been away all week," you did not get the news from the West,
Neal Cassady is dead "
Oh! voice of a dove of Peter on the other line, listening.
Your cheerful still photography, dramatic, tense,
a candle burning, incense stick
green gods of the house. The Tyranny reaches Military University, Prophecy your
approaching his pious gentle sense leads us
Down
the awakening of the Great Year.
Kesey in Oregon is writing a novel language
family farm alone.
had nothing else to do? Had you done all your work? Had you seen your first child?
Why you left us all here?
And the battle was won?
am a ghost skeleton with teeth, skull resting on a pillow
to invoke your spirit echo of God consciousness, muttering to myself
sad.
Lamento dawn unnecessary
the world is freed, desire fulfilled, your story's over,
story told, Karma resolved, prayers
made clear vision, heard new awareness, the spirit back in a circle,
world left empty buses rumbling through the streets
immodizia scattered in profusion Splendor in the streets
solidified, the fate of ghost-family
returned at dawn-Auto,
your fate fell on the railway tracks
my body breathes light
lie alone
After experiencing friendship vanished forms
heavy carnal happiness is suspended in the middle, I could talk
Forever,
Pleasure inexhaustible discourse of spirit to spirit,
O Spirit.
Spirit Lord, forgive my sins,
spiriro Lord Give me your blessing, Lord
forgiving spirit ghost demands of my body, spirit
Lord thank you for your past kindness, ..
spirit Lord in Heaven, What difference did your mortal form, What more than this great exhibition space? Quick passions of generations of
Question? Guided anguished night in Texas?
psychedelic bus hegira talk
Poems green car, inspired by the streets?
Sad, Jack Lowell saw more than all the ghost
longer just about everything except your noble self.
Lord Spirit, they are driven only:
Oh sigh.
February 10, 1968
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