THE OPENING OF THE TRUNK Moment of inner freedom when the mind is opened and the infinite universe

revealed & the soul is left to wander dazed & confus'd searching here & there for teachers & friends.

Moment of Freedom as the prisoner blinks in the sun like a mole from his hole a child's 1st trip away from home That moment of Freedom

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he enters stage+ ,lood boots. -iller storm.

Fool's gold. *od in a heaven. .here is she/ 0ave you seen her/ 0as anyone seen this girl/ snap shot 1pro2ected3 4he's my sister. adies & gentlemen+ please attend carefully to these words & events $t's your last chance) our last hope. $n this womb or tomb) we're free of the swarming streets. The black fever which rages is safely out those doors My friends & $ come from Far !rden w5 dances) & new music 6verywhere followers accrue to our procession. Tales of -ings) gods) warriors and lovers dangled like 2ewels for your careless pleasure $'m Me7 "an you dig it. My meat is real. My hands%%how they move balanced like lithe demons My hair%%so twined and writhing The skin of my face%%pinch the cheeks My flaming sword tongue spraying verbal fire%flys $'m real. $'m human ,ut $'m not an ordinary man 'o 'o 'o

.hat are you doing here/ .hat do you want/ $s it music/ .e can play music. ,ut you want more. 8ou want something & someone new. !m $ right/ 9f course $ am. 8ou want ecstasy :esire & dreams. Things not e&actly what they seem. $ lead you this way) he pulls that way. $'m not singing to an imaginary girl. $'m talking to you) my self. et's recreate the world. The palace of conception is burning. ook. 4ee it burn. ,ask in the warm hot coals. 8ou're too young to be old 8ou don't need to be told 8ou want to see things as they are. 8ou know e&actly what $ do 6verything

$ am a guide to the abyrinth Monarch of the protean towers on this cool stone patio above the iron mist sunk in its own waste breathing its own breath