The 1st electric wildness came over the people on sweet Friday. Sweat was in the air. The channel beamed,

—Moment of inner freedom when the mind is opened & the infinite universe revealed & the soul is left to wander dazed & confus’d searching

The barn is burning The race-track is over Farmers run out w/ buckets of water The horse flesh is burning

everyone has Their own magic There is no death so nothing matters High Style Flash & forgive me

What can I read her What can I read her on a Sunday Morning What can I do that will somehow reach her

for leather accrues The miracle of the streets The scents & smogs & pollens of existence Shiny blackness

Midnight criminal metabolism of guilt fores… Rattlesnakes whistles castanets Remove me from this hall of mirror… This filthy glass

I can make the earth stop in its tracks. I made the blue cars go away. I can make myself invisible or sma… I can become gigantic & reach the

The great hiway of dawn Stretching to slumber pouring out from her greedy palms a shore, to wander Hesitation & doubt

Moment of inner freedom when the mind is opened & the infinite universe revealed & the soul is left to wander dazed & confus’d searching