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Golden Eternity

Baying hounds of Baskerville
Make a joyful noise unto the moors
Half drunk bottle of cognac
Sits on the table gathering dust
My heart longs for San Francisco
And the flower of consciousness to open
My Promethean soul unbound
To drink the golden liquor of eternity
In besotted love made into pure Buddha
Who with capacious belly laughs like a child
Deep in madness of love
An affection for orgasmic unity
Of all the cosmos
One pulsing copulation
Of flesh in union with the God Head
Tripping to the tune of Miles Davis
A rap session of heaven’s children
Deep in southern swank

One pulsing copulation
Of flesh in union with the God Head
Tripping to the tune of Miles Davis
A rap session of heaven’s children
Deep in southern swank...

Fine lines.

Thanks a bunch Dadio. This was me on a manic high. Perhaps next I'll post one of my more grounded poems.

John