doc stanley’s lammastide prescription

in the key of A


from a caravan
we rock
into a dusky, beatific reverie
and we a flock
in the deep from just a drop
a part of everything
and no thing
what we think we are
we’re not
but every thought’s
a ringing gong
i hold the universe within me
breath it out
and then i’m gone

lost inside the camerama
shutter’s open, lens is broken
full exposure to the light
vibrating, glorious people
all resonating
done with hating
laid out on the meadow bright

we can’t name it
because if we name it
we limit it
and if we limit it
we lose it
because by its very nature
it is unlimited

you spin me round and round on the medicine wheel

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