Lonely the roses of Avondaire / sing as though somebody still may care. They live only for the dream of living / so come follow where / they will take you there. I once was apprenticed / to a man who was living in the eye if the hurricane / He knew all the dreams by heart / just like sailing in a boat of crystal silence / seeing visions / of the world / of life within a life. In a turning / like a burning / came turning / out of everything stirring / and what had begun before but all wrapped up / in one great godly becoming - Tumbling / and fumbling / and stumbling into bumbling / and rumbling along - whirling it / and swirling it / and twirling it / and hurling it / and overturning it / and burning it again. I shared a whirling dervish out on the side of a hill called metaphore vivace swinging en route to a nascent solar / with the scissored visored blizzard wizard / gizzarding planets and secrets within / like an avatar. While meanwhile / in turnstyling / calling me to yield / knighting me in a field / covered with armies and with princes. All were signing / cannons shining / pennants flying. and his words really rang - this child of the knowledge of the beauty of the night - he sang to me of masters passing on / of father after father after father climbing up into the lotus bloom / upon the tortoise's back and of grandfathers / who danced through their living a longer time ago. He showed me a palace in time / in which all the talismans from all the zeuses / swing upon a pendulum of secrets in a circle that remembers / and when asked a question will surrender every secret key to every hero's message / given to every heart in time but only known to but a few /or so it seems. When I asked of them / what shall I do / to see the god? They only said / the goldenrod / which grows inside of every secret dream you dream / while waiting for the god - it-s a symbol from the man in the fire. ling you the thing you desire is a garment that covers the riddle of everything secretly wished for and of the world of which you are an inheritor. Suddenly the chamber was flooded with light / hurling me skyward like a meteorite/ When I fell to earth / I saw everything in a blur. I saw that time was accelerating in a curve and the palace in which I had stood / it was flowing, like lava, on acres of woodland like a pompei-an mountain volcano / making archipelago and destroying the planet / at fortissimo bulldozing everything down / to make room for what was a byzantine / a labarynthine / knotty mess of manifolding passageways / a tangle of confusion / where the walls made / an asylum of baroque. to provoke me / and to toss me nude and empty / to the sea. But I would have none of it. I simply turned my back and walked out/ of the dreamscape/ into landscape / like a bedroom / where I heard that Lonely the roses of solitaire / sing as though somebody still may care. They live only for the dream of living / so come follow where they will take you there. Stay awake - no mistake - dance the dream awake - and awake."
Lonely the roses of Avondaire / sing as though somebody still may care. They live only for the dream of living / so come follow where / they will take you there. I once was apprenticed / to a man who was living in the eye if the hurricane / He knew all the dreams by heart / just like sailing in a boat of crystal silence / seeing visions / of the world / of life within a life. In a turning / like a burning / came turning / out of everything stirring / and what had begun before but all wrapped up / in one great godly becoming - Tumbling / and fumbling / and stumbling into bumbling / and rumbling along - whirling it / and swirling it / and twirling it / and hurling it / and overturning it / and burning it again. I shared a whirling dervish out on the side of a hill called metaphore vivace swinging en route to a nascent solar / with the scissored visored blizzard wizard / gizzarding planets and secrets within / like an avatar. While meanwhile / in turnstyling / calling me to yield / knighting me in a field / covered with armies and with princes. All were signing / cannons shining / pennants flying. and his words really rang - this child of the knowledge of the beauty of the night - he sang to me of masters passing on / of father after father after father climbing up into the lotus bloom / upon the tortoise's back and of grandfathers / who danced through their living a longer time ago. He showed me a palace in time / in which all the talismans from all the zeuses / swing upon a pendulum of secrets in a circle that remembers / and when asked a question will surrender every secret key to every hero's message / given to every heart in time but only known to but a few /or so it seems. When I asked of them / what shall I do / to see the god? They only said / the goldenrod / which grows inside of every secret dream you dream / while waiting for the god - it-s a symbol from the man in the fire. ling you the thing you desire is a garment that covers the riddle of everything secretly wished for and of the world of which you are an inheritor. Suddenly the chamber was flooded with light / hurling me skyward like a meteorite/ When I fell to earth / I saw everything in a blur. I saw that time was accelerating in a curve and the palace in which I had stood / it was flowing, like lava, on acres of woodland like a pompei-an mountain volcano / making archipelago and destroying the planet / at fortissimo bulldozing everything down / to make room for what was a byzantine / a labarynthine / knotty mess of manifolding passageways / a tangle of confusion / where the walls made / an asylum of baroque. to provoke me / and to toss me nude and empty / to the sea. But I would have none of it. I simply turned my back and walked out/ of the dreamscape/ into landscape / like a bedroom / where I heard that Lonely the roses of solitaire / sing as though somebody still may care. They live only for the dream of living / so come follow where they will take you there. Stay awake - no mistake - dance the dream awake - and awake."
Lonely the roses of Avondaire / sing as though somebody still may care. They live only for the dream of living / so come follow where / they will take you there. I once was apprenticed / to a man who was living in the eye if the hurricane / He knew all the dreams by heart / just like sailing in a boat of crystal silence / seeing visions / of the world / of life within a life. In a turning / like a burning / came turning / out of everything stirring / and what had begun before but all wrapped up / in one great godly becoming - Tumbling / and fumbling / and stumbling into bumbling / and rumbling along - whirling it / and swirling it / and twirling it / and hurling it / and overturning it / and burning it again. I shared a whirling dervish out on the side of a hill called metaphore vivace swinging en route to a nascent solar / with the scissored visored blizzard wizard / gizzarding planets and secrets within / like an avatar. While meanwhile / in turnstyling / calling me to yield / knighting me in a field / covered with armies and with princes. All were signing / cannons shining / pennants flying. and his words really rang - this child of the knowledge of the beauty of the night - he sang to me of masters passing on / of father after father after father climbing up into the lotus bloom / upon the tortoise's back and of grandfathers / who danced through their living a longer time ago. He showed me a palace in time / in which all the talismans from all the zeuses / swing upon a pendulum of secrets in a circle that remembers / and when asked a question will surrender every secret key to every hero's message / given to every heart in time but only known to but a few /or so it seems. When I asked of them / what shall I do / to see the god? They only said / the goldenrod / which grows inside of every secret dream you dream / while waiting for the god - it-s a symbol from the man in the fire. ling you the thing you desire is a garment that covers the riddle of everything secretly wished for and of the world of which you are an inheritor. Suddenly the chamber was flooded with light / hurling me skyward like a meteorite/ When I fell to earth / I saw everything in a blur. I saw that time was accelerating in a curve and the palace in which I had stood / it was flowing, like lava, on acres of woodland like a pompei-an mountain volcano / making archipelago and destroying the planet / at fortissimo bulldozing everything down / to make room for what was a byzantine / a labarynthine / knotty mess of manifolding passageways / a tangle of confusion / where the walls made / an asylum of baroque. to provoke me / and to toss me nude and empty / to the sea. But I would have none of it. I simply turned my back and walked out/ of the dreamscape/ into landscape / like a bedroom / where I heard that Lonely the roses of solitaire / sing as though somebody still may care. They live only for the dream of living / so come follow where they will take you there. Stay awake - no mistake - dance the dream awake - and awake."
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