Leave the bones behind
they're only bones
leave the mind behind
it's only thoughts
leave the man behind
he cannot live
Save the soul! But
Soul is ever Safe
& Sole
Itself Beauty's repesentative
Lost in accidental form
that'll soon be over with
when its nose falls off
and its eyes fall out
and leaves it alone to be itself
lone in One
Gold Be.
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Walt Whitman
         I lost
                   Tears again last nite
Screwed out of Heaven
                     by a bitter face with eyeglasses
        and a nightstick
               Waving Death over America

Walt Whitman, the fuzz
        is making Fate
        the masses are terrified
                     No comrade walks the road
        over mountains overlooks
                     the old metropolis from
                            under your vast hat -
I was trying to get the Prince to wake up!
       O California
                    O soup of anxiety!