Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Celestial Poetry

Oh, hazy, mechanical universe, won’t you cradle me in your dripping arms?
Great shaking epiphanies, holy truth held in hands, holy shadows, holy madness…
Holy Ginsberg, preach of madness from the grave, fantasize of Kerouac and share sweet opium secrets.

Shadows of embrace! Recollections of courage! Visualizations of paradise!

Celestial ruler of merciless instinct, impulsive desires rattle us. Sacred spirit, show your soft skin. Sanctified beauty, reveal your crooked teeth.  



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