morning sun
shining through
the old forest
I sit in the shadow side
of the lazy moon
lingering.....
as the sun
touches the clouds
around it

one side
of the trees
lit by the sun
moon chill
on the other

shanna

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some music from down under

It strikes me you all, y'all outlaw poets maybelieve time, the concrete, the recordable, may meansomething. I inform you, via Twain, all that is shit. Stabilities you thot existed do not exist. Mr. Jackknew this. Cassady smelled this, before Jack, with j.the next day. We all face breath, inhale, life. What to do with it? Jack knew. Give oneself all the comforts onedisires. All the pleasures. Then. That's up to you. sam flavor.