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She the sentience of hours, fond ways, stars, dust of passionate yoga, leaves entrance into voyage of mystics, in trance to white dreams of pure sparkling water, in time with the Bhagavad Gita three steps to the window, eyes like clean dice fall upon the moment... Memento, three lovers first the Son, second the Holy Mother, thirdly the Father of creative Being, non-terrestrial, feeling upside down, non materials moments circumstances clear customs of riverside property, bleating on the outset like a fanfare of shouting phantoms, which way Back from the Illusion... T.V. heroes, junk-faced men, starving dogs of ecstasy, tremulous status quo, eyes like giants speak familiar tones, strange onside of early autumn romance in the flutter of boats, sad endeavor, strange cafe of women all parading in nose-rings & lip-rings, everybody clear-eyed stating their desire.
Reprinted by kind permission of the Regents of the University of California,
Bancroft Library, Berkeley. Gift of Diane Walker Murray