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AWAKE

"Awake.

Shake dreams from your hair

my pretty child, my sweet one.

Choose the day and choose the sign of your day

the day's divinity

First thing you see.


A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon

Couples naked race down by its quiet side

And we laugh like soft, mad children

Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy

The music and voices are all around us.


Choose they croon the Ancient Ones

the time has come again

choose now, they croon

beneath the moon

beside an ancient lake


Enter again the sweet forest

Enter the hot dream

Come with us

everything is broken up and dances.


Indians scattered,

On dawn's highway bleeding

Ghosts crowd the young child’s

Fragile eggshell mind"


-J.M.

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