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swallow the paper that man sold you in the parking lot
Mom, this ain't something you've ever rode
down in that hole swimming into the gaining pressure of the water filled well,
you can hear harps tuning
on the far distant edge of well spring gurgling, up ever well
filling over the top of rising up,
gathering like clouds into the sky building up a storm
far edge, out there deep mountain catching clouds carrying water
lightning is coming down--in these clouds mad witches dance
a wicca coven casting a spell on the world
a healing rain with lightning---the sky is dusting its broom
knocking away cobwebs and gloom, thru the light
the clouds the light and rainbows crash to the ground
splattering color everywhere, leprechauns dance a mad dance
inside they feel like they are counting gold
shimmering all the truths are told
like New Orleans is the filter of America's bloodstream
the epic connection of the dis-connection of the falling in rainbows
and the rain, the slow transitive movements of the wild witches in the clouds
as they ride brooms thru pin holes into the far edge of distant stars
walking along the distant stars, thru the edges of darkness
they are walking along the walking along distance
the wild witches are dancing the far edge of the tapestry
laughing at you from edges of pin holes, where light crashes
down like comets moving thru the sky
there they laugh dusting their brooms, petting their cats
the wild witches on the edge of the tapestry untie the knots
the warp and woof of fabric of time cracks open
unraveling itself all around the threads of existence
fly into the new wind
    the threads of existence fly into the wind
neither here nor there
they conjure great whales that sing exotic foreign tongues
thru the layers of the coldness of the layers of existence
pressing down sand into stone
the gentle push moves the body light years
the witches all melt into their hands, the eyeballs all fall into their laps
dissolve into nothingness as grand angels rise up like tuning harps
shining light on all darkness, the mountains are gone,
the clouds evaporate into cosmic dust falling like glitter from thumb monkey's hand
all collapses into time's great mouth

the opening of the eye rings a simple triangle
like mind heart body soul communion
you, angel spreading wings like night flowers in the desert
quick before the morning sun burns down
like the devil's megaphone screaming into your ear
opening of eyes---a chakra
communion of the mind soul body
ring like a harp tuning