Monday, December 21, 2009

45*21

it is not particularly far but quite physical
what's on the other side of the hill
the very height of the mystical mountain
the beginning and end of all societies
welcome to Shangri-la
there you will find the laughing woman
the holder of time
all of your wishes will come untrue
you never looked better in your life lovey
I don't like this place. It is too mysterious
I am plagued with dreams I know are undreamed
I am the seeker in the fire
the holder of the lost key
it blew my speaker the first time I listened
and it got in there somehow
and how it nests
and now if you'll excuse me
what do you say to a rubber bridge?
come on toots we'll drink the somber glass
and bring the morning rise
I suppose this all comes under the heading of adventure

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