Wednesday 14 February 2007

Turn turn turn

The wheels are turning much too fast
I saw smoke coming from every mountain
the wild breathe can take us back to the golden gate
with that scent of heaven deep inside.

The madman promised me the rose garden
when he jumped faithful from the roof
the rivers full of wisdom
washed away the blood stains
and they showed me
this peaceful universe in every direction,
extreme crystal clear,
beyond the sad paradigm of pharmaceutic science.


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