stelar

stelar goeth to the spinning
and dance like a freak
tail out and mowin’ ‘em down
shared reality
take the hot road to the veral
green grass white water
silk tents under stars and wine
oh the wine! the grape has made
us now and then write this
tempered and sweet purple joy
the lone violin
the oboe
that four one five style, bass bouncy
big huge low hood shaker holy man
the freak’s ride to paradise and star
throw it up high get ‘em up
wild high whirling women
candlelight red night and i am of the body
hold to the all and one net landru
shooping forth with a sweeping cloak
thin steel close by
hiddn from the eye
tomorrow will see itself in the message
and wake up

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