TALISMAN
I'd like to invite all my friends to a churning:
We can rip up the ground of ideas all together,
and once and for all determine the validity or
not of all those ancient truths. The Riddle Of
the Sphinx doesn't say much today; nor does
what it say make any sense.
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There's a higher music, like the kind I want
to hear when clouds are disappeared and the
sky is opened up. I see swirling eddies of light
and matter quickly escaping into some other
time and place. Is that a boyhood wish yet
unfulfilled? To want to find a place within
that swirl?
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