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when switching places with this vast store of knowledge
the absolute and conditioned together
make that two headed dog that runs all institutions
we can create nothing that is not GOD
the floor show was wonderful with it's spinning universe
this is the Holy Hexagram, my dear
little children, love one another
the face of the mask is the same as the mask on the face
you are calling us and we call you back
Some of us look into our minds
to watch the memories on a spindle
which one set is absurdity, the other, truism
it clouds up when we shop
but shop we do, with abandon and no need
the clown puppet of our dogma
again it spins, again it stops spinning
the garden grows and out of control
this is the middle, the beginning and always near end
give us your underwear, we are your aliens
there is only one gGOD in the sense there is only one shoulder
when you lean, lean on the hand of god.