My Shoes Are Clean From Walking In

But Night Would Come And With It The Mountain Moon And The Lake Would Be Moon - Laned And I'd Go Out And Sit In The Grass And Meditate Facing West, Wishing There Were A Personal God In All This Impersonal Matter.

It Was All Completely Serious, All Completely Hallucinated, All Completely Happy.

I Promise I Shall Never Give Up, And That I'll Die Yelling And Laughing, And That Until Then I'll Rush Around This World I Insist Is Holy And Pull At Everyone's Lapel And Make Them Confess To Me And To All.

The Beauty Of Things Must Be That They End.

The Dream Is Already Ended And We're Already Awake In The Golden Eternity.