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We met on communist soil in the midst of the blitzkrieg

Wondering minds in search of some lost knowledge once possessed but now forgotten

Like ghosts our wondering bodies were drawn to this space and this place

Through conversations and convulsions the cops were drawn to our vibrancy

 

Leave me now o structured settlement, o grocery list of law

I have had enough of your wayward ramblings; I have had enough of your mechanical enforcements

Leave me now o maniacal stock market, your grip it paralyses and drains my soul

Leave me now o forlorn women, o bitter men, for the new day is upon us and you shall no longer blot out the sun

Leave me now you preachers of innocent decay, you speak with a tongue that knows nothing and promises the world

Leave me now o reckless patrons of consumption; for I can not stand the sight of you, you empower the monstrosities that gnaw at my weary spirit

Leave me now o belligerent maiden, o brutish sons of ignorance, for you hold nothing sacred and defile all that you make manifest in thought and touch

 

Leave my children alone o assembly line education, they are not iron or ore,

what gives you the right to bend them to your will?

Leave the land be, who gave you the authority to coat the living earth with your pesticides?

Leave our life-giving breath out of this, you choke the skies with your smog and noxious fumes

Leave me be, carry on with your system of fucking and depraved inclinations of freedom if you must but bother me not with them

 

For you have no power over this mind Stalin,

you can not bend my back to your will mine own Uncle Sam

You say you want ME, and yes I believe you do

You want me for your smokestack factories that everyday cough up 10,000 new capitalists

You want me to be the trigger of your authority

No, I will not budge. You have no authority over this spirit Dow Jones; you can not buy my affection or affiliation

 

For I have walked on the coast of long island and have seen the mounting tides of rapture

I have spoken with Allen Ginsberg about the nature of William Blake and the notion that the spirit makes manifest itself through thought

I have wandered through seven sad forests and seen the grim reaper gnawing on the flesh of my brothers

I have walked with Virgil through the depths of Hades and through the gates of paradise

I have been made witness to the monolith and care no longer for the sleep that once shrouded my mind's eye.