There's a hut out there
Not far from camp
where we can go
And pass the pipe
And unwind
while the outside world
Cooks and gasps and chokes
on its own misunderstanding of itself

***

Hallucinate,
think of being lost,

Lost in a wind tunnel,
with no wind,

Lost in a forest,
with no trees,

Lost in a city,
with no people,

Lost in a world
with no God

Only remnants of a dark and distant past.

Published by New Dawn Publications 1973

"The Soul Sings"

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